On Castle Town

With fingers already aching, Daniel closed the large book with its red leather covers and placed it carefully in his pack. He made sure his special writing utensil was also in it. He had taken special measure in making it, using a sharp rock to make it pointy and covered all but the point with a very small cloth so that he wouldn't stain himself when he used it. He was satisfied with the new entry, and as he stood up from the dirty stone step he took a deep breath and rejoiced in the feeling of accomplishment. His walk down the dirty broken street brought a feeling of completion to his mind; he could feel it in his heart, the travel about to happen. Sure enough, a few seconds later he felt a familiar tingling on his hip, the warmth protruding from the thin layers of the pouch announcing the time to go. He opened it with care, slowly, wondering about the new places it might take him, the many things he might be led to observe and experience.

With fingers already aching, Daniel closed the large book with its red leather covers and placed it carefully in his pack. He made sure his special writing utensil was also in it. He had taken special measure in making it, using a sharp rock to make it pointy and covered all but the point with a very small cloth so that he wouldn't stain himself when he used it. He was satisfied with the new entry, and as he stood up from the dirty stone step he took a deep breath and rejoiced in the feeling of accomplishment. His walk down the dirty broken street brought a feeling of completion to his mind; he could feel it in his heart, the travel about to happen. Sure enough, a few seconds later he felt a familiar tingling on his hip, the warmth protruding from the thin layers of the pouch announcing the time to go. He opened it with care, slowly, wondering about the new places it might take him, the many things he might be led to observe and experience.


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