[The decay of the agora, the cloth and the ghosts and the reminders of a long dead world, are simply gorgeous to Jehan. He brought one of his notebooks and a few pencils (and whoever decided to put erasers on the ends of pencils was a genius and Jehan wished he could have lived to see it himself) and has claimed one of the benches for his own. He's scribbling away in the notebook, inspired liked he's never been before.]
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