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Beneath the quiet stillness of the tent, a desk and chair stood on the grass. Seated there, Abel flipped through papers, deep in thought.
Scratch, scratch.
The soft sound of a pen gliding over paper broke the silence from time to time. Accompanied by the faint sound of ink being drawn into a fountain pen, a low murmur flowed from his lips.
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