Journal entry, 28 Prairial 225: Justice Minotaur asked the staff to convene this evening in the courtyard of the Sleepy Imaret at eleven o’clock. Some fifteen employees, including Mr. Cornwall, responded to the invitation. When the group gathered, Minotaur instructed them to gaze upon Cynosure, which was done for about one hour, with no one allowed to speak or move, until he finally released the group. During the entirety of the event, a zephyr blew in the most putrid scent from the nearby yard where night soil is blended with landscape debris to make fertilizer.
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As the leader of this society, it is not surprising that the Justice man looks towards the pole.
Hail to thee, wise Frenchie!
An experience to remember . . . . . Interesting, the concept of remembering a scent!
One hopes that the New Salemite historian is copying all these entries into the official annals.