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The librarian Celdor sat down slowly at his desk. It was the end of a long, hard day. Some thugs from the BloodPact had come in to check out a library book earlier in the day. It was apparent that one of their leaders had overdosed on Dream Weave, aka Mordayn Vapor. But that wasn't the strangest part. Some other hooligans tried to pick a fight with the BloodPact gang members, right in the library amongst all the precious books! Celdor shook the memory off absently and sipped his ginger tea. With Love, Arla'ania"

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rdfs:comment	The librarian Celdor sat down slowly at his desk. It was the end of a long, hard day. Some thugs from the BloodPact had come in to check out a library book earlier in the day. It was apparent that one of their leaders had overdosed on Dream Weave, aka Mordayn Vapor. But that wasn't the strangest part. Some other hooligans tried to pick a fight with the BloodPact gang members, right in the library amongst all the precious books! Celdor shook the memory off absently and sipped his ginger tea. With Love, Arla'ania"
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abstract	The librarian Celdor sat down slowly at his desk. It was the end of a long, hard day. Some thugs from the BloodPact had come in to check out a library book earlier in the day. It was apparent that one of their leaders had overdosed on Dream Weave, aka Mordayn Vapor. But that wasn't the strangest part. Some other hooligans tried to pick a fight with the BloodPact gang members, right in the library amongst all the precious books! Celdor shook the memory off absently and sipped his ginger tea. As Celdor exhaled with satisfaction, something at the corner of the desk caught his eye. It was a bundle of bound books, wrapped up tightly by a pink yarn, tied into a cute bow. Without thinking, he quickly grabbed for the bundle, only to tip over his tea in his haste and spill it across valuable manuscripts on his desk. Yet he barely noticed, nor cared. He tugged on the pink string to unravel the bow and open the package. On top of the books was a letter, written in graceful elven script, a pleasant feminine quality to it. Celdor read the letter intently, I wanted to once again express my deepest gratitude to you for lending me these titles. You have no idea how much it meant to me that you personally delivered them to me here in Whiterock. Finally meeting you in person was, I have to say, very uplifting. Being cooped up with all these books all the time makes me forget human interaction. Especially in Whiterock, where no one seemes to care much for the scholarly pursuits. Seeing you made my heart flutter. When will you be visiting next? Perhaps I can take a boat sometime to see you in Manerous? I would like that very much. With Love, Arla'ania" "I would like that very much as well," Celdor blurted out loud. Then he thought to himself, "It's been a while since I read these pieces. I wonder what interested Arla so much about them." Celdor opened the first book and began reading:

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