A parcel was left on the front stoop of a local blacksmith's home, wrapped neatly in a thick cloth and tied with ribbon. It was heavy, and there were four leather bound books within. They were quite worn, and the finish on the leather was no longer smooth. Some of the pages were damaged by water and crinkled as they were turned. Others were unreadable, either because they had been torn, or spilled on, or because the penmanship was hurried and illegible.
They are numbered, but there is a question mark next to the one labeled with a numeral one.
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