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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Old farm tools hang from wooden pegs in a small, cluttered shed, the smell of damp earth and rusty metal filling the air. Like, a bunch of fresh vegetables are somehow washing themselves in a nearby sink, water splashing against the sides as they scrub off the dirt. The afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the grimy windows, making the dust motes dance in the air. Umm, a small, leather-bound ledger on a nearby workbench is somehow updating its inventory lists in neat, handwritten script, the pencil moving on its own as the pages turn.