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Walter’s handwriting appears once again across the page. Though, for those who have observed his writing before, those who have paid closer attention might notice that the writing is considerably darker than usual — as though this time he is pressing much harder against the paper as he writes.

Walter is not in a good mood.

I’ve finished making the first batch of soap. It should be gentle enough for bathing and washing hands. I have twenty bars left for grabbing. It will take another shift to make more.

Candles can be made more quickly if you bring me an empty preserve jar or something else that can take the heat.

These things can also be bought in the little town inside the gate, but the soap is expensive and I have no idea how long the candles will last. They do make scented candles, so if you want something that smells nice, go there.

For a short while in the early part of the day, those who know where his room is will be able to find him there, if they so wish.