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The First Revision Mina didn't use a pen. she used her blood. She bit her lip and pressed a golden drop against the blurred stone of the well. "The water of Oakhaven is Irreplaceable!" she commanded. The gold light hit the smudge. The well didn't just become solid; it turned into a fountain of liquid ink that sprayed upward, coating the grey houses. Wherever the ink touched, the color returned. The "Rough Sketches" of the villagers gained faces, clothes, and voices.

Something about that day clicked into place. “HP LaserJet 1320,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else in the room. Axel nodded. “Yeah, that’s the printer. And there’s more. The ink and paper used in the notes match supplies that were manufactured around the same time the printer was produced. HP 49A.”