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... ikely be that country’s important historical treasure and inheritance. This information was important enough to determine a country’s survival. In the world of Eich, privately making or keeping your own maps would be considered traitorous evidence of rebellion. 𝘧𝓇𝒆𝗲𝓌𝙚𝙗𝓷o𝘷𝒆𝘭.𝐜𝚘𝒎

Such historical and geographical information would rarely be found in public libraries or nobles’ libraries. What little information that could be found would usually be rather poor or fake. The best- ...

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