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I finally made it back to the grotty little mud hole known as Bree-land! It's still brown. Oh, so very brown! Seriously, who on earth could have possibly come up with this many shades of brown? It's truly mind boggling how terribly dull everything is, like the people woke up one day with an obsession for soil with varying degrees of moisture within.
It took longer than expected to get here. I'll admit a certain reluctance to move too fast, foolish as that may be. My feet drag for a reason, but not one that will make much difference in the end.
I hate opening a new ledger. I hate the way the pages curl, never settling to offer a decent writing surface until one is further into the book. I hate the blankness that stares back at me, offering no insight or reference. I hate...
I hate what I have done and what I am about to do.