{Personal Log, E. Astor}

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{An entirely unadorned black notebook, of the variety readily available for sale in the Souk. It smells distantly of a deep, musky floral, similar to perfume but laced with a slightly more pungent, medicinal note.

The journal is laden with a collection of clippings and art and scraps of paper affixed to the entries, depicting beautiful things, strange things, seemingly from many different sources. A loose, scrawling hand covers the pages.}

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