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At 4 A.M., the icebreaker ship disguised as a cargo vessel was sailing smoothly on the surface of the Barrow River, drawing near the mouth that led to the sea after a night of sailing.
Inside the captain's cabin, Marvin sat at the desk, holding a feather pen, dipped it in ink, and the tip glided rapidly over the paper, leaving behind lines of marks.
He was fine-tuning "The Book of Truth." If previously he had constructed some theoretical concepts in the doctrine, now he wanted to describe them in simpler and more understandable language.
Aside from him, the original author, probably no one else in the world could understand the core ideas "The Book of Truth" intended to convey.
This task was meant for him alone.
Yuniya stretched one leg out of the blanket, lying spread-eagled on the bed, turning over from time to time, obviously still unable to adjust to the life aboard the ship.
