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On a lark, desperate for a recipe to push my skill just a bit higher, I pulled a lump of heavy clay from my satchel and set to work making a pie crock or six. At the time I had only the skill of 185 seasons, and still I found the effort to be trivial, and I could learn no more.
Perhaps this august library's records on this object can be brought more accurate by this discovery.
Perhaps this august library's records on this object can be brought more accurate by this discovery.