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... ght, and the mill in the Kidron Valley echoed with the slow, wet rhythm of pounding hammers. Paper—real paper—was being made by the hands of men who had never seen a book that wasn't bound in calfskin. Each day brought a few dozen more pages drying on stretched cloth frames, rough-edged but increasingly uniform. Jerusalem's people had begun calling the place "the Raining House," for the gentle dripping of pulp water from its stone basins. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Inside the citadel ...
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