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“The skin is soaked in lime, easily found in the west, and dried over a rack the hair is removed with a rib bone and what’s left is what you see here.” He explained pointing to the veined paper in front of him. “Then there’s the writing instruments.” He said, lifting the piece of charcoal between his toes so the other man could see it. “This is just charcoal made from burning any given stick although willow works best.” He added with a smile. “In my home country we had inks that came in all kinds of colors, made from all kinds of things like algae, although the map makers insisted blood was the best for the job."

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