The Year Three Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Nine:

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46th day, the Lord's dictation:

I tell you the breeze has been good to us - from the far shores elves and dwarves alike do trade with us of the most valuable kind.

Our anvils, administered by the Cyclops are never cold, as our dragon-blazed steel commands nothing but the finest named in the world.

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....how in these palmy years my children number One Hundred and Two; such is my deepest pride.