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build.sh

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 	gs -q -dNOPAUSE -dBATCH -sDEVICE=pdfwrite -sOutputFile=output/final_pdf.pdf output/pdf.pdf
 		# # # main title page
 	pandoc --variable=geometry:a5paper wiktopher.md --pdf-engine=tectonic --include-in-header=titlepage.tex -o output/titlepage.pdf
-	# # # copyright page
+	# # # copyright page./.
 	pandoc --variable=geometry:a5paper wiktopher.md --pdf-engine=tectonic --include-in-header=copyright.tex -o output/copyright.pdf
 	# Combine PDFs
 	gs -q -dNOPAUSE -dBATCH -sDEVICE=pdfwrite -sOutputFile=output/wiktopher.pdf output/cover.pdf output/titlepage.pdf blank.pdf output/copyright.pdf output/final_pdf.pdf

wiktopher.md

@@ -1024,7 +1024,7 @@ Every house, or business in this city had thick yellow walls. They were construc
 Eka and Lupen spent time exploring the city, determined to see every shop that the great cog was powering, like a woodshop, where the cog turned a metal wheel to cut giant logs.  
     Eka wandered into Alkarawin, the oldest library in the Soronan desert, its emerald-tiled roof visible from anywhere in Montore. The complex was home to hundreds of ancient texts written by renowned scholars and thinkers over the years. The library had two giant irinwood trees guarding the main entrance. The branches of the tree were heavy with small wooden discs, hanging from thin ropes, each disc had words carved onto its faces. Visitors who came from far to visit Alkarawin would come here to offer knowledge to the library, inscribing a short story, or fact to the wood of a disc. At the end of every annum, these were removed from the trees, tallied, and gathered to form new texts. A small basin lay near the door where visitors could wash their hands and feet, a symbolic act of cleaning the mind and body prior to entering.  
     Clean and centered, Eka entered Alkarawin, and stepped into a square room, with books lining the walls from floor to ceiling. Books stored near the ceiling were accessible via a small elevated walkway, built around the room and accessible with a ladder, this room branched out into several smaller alcoves, each featuring a unique ornately-painted yukwood ceiling.  
-    Eka wandered onto the higher walkway, fingers tracing along names embossed on the bindings. Eka spotted a blind librarian browsing through books on a nearby shelf, helping a customer find a specific tome, fingers reading the text quickly before moving into another section. The librarian pulled out a book and handed it over to the visitor in silence. The visitor breathed a low "thank you," and made for one of the many reading alcoves. The librarian turned to Eka, waiting for a book name. "Habitants of the Night, please," Eka said, in a quiet voice. The librarian's hands returned to the shelves, hunting for the book Eka requested, they skipped down many rows of books, fingers touching notches in the wood between each row to identify the right section, and after finding the correct shelf, the hands stopped, having identified the book. Just as the worker handed the book to Eka, a horn sounded outside. Eka thanked the Librarian, and hurried down the stairs, following the sound.  
+    Eka wandered onto the higher walkway, fingers tracing along names embossed on the bindings. Eka spotted a blind librarian browsing through books on a nearby shelf, helping a customer find a specific tome, fingers reading the text quickly before moving into another section. The librarian pulled out a book and handed it over to the visitor in silence. The visitor breathed a low "thank you," and made for one of the many reading alcoves. The librarian turned to Eka, waiting for a book name. "Dasozoson Nocta, please," Eka said, in a quiet voice. The librarian's hands returned to the shelves, hunting for the book Eka requested, they skipped down many rows of books, fingers touching notches in the wood between each row to identify the right section, and after finding the correct shelf, the hands stopped, having identified the book. Just as the worker handed the book to Eka, a horn sounded outside. Eka thanked the Librarian, and hurried down the stairs, following the sound.  
 
 Outside, the main city square was filled with people, who had gathered around the central beam of the cog. Two Montore guards held a ladder near the rotating beam. A Finiku walked out of the crowd, climbed the ladder, and after reaching the top, made a short elegant hop from the last step to the top of the beam.  
     "Dot! Dot! Dot!"  
@@ -1190,15 +1190,15 @@ Later that same day, Kuzi had sold the last of the kavava in exchange for coin t
     "How are we going to return it? I've got no plans to go to Montore again... couldn't even if I wanted to."  
     "I'll woth it back." Eka said, smiling at the woth, asleep in the glass ball on Lupen's belt.  
     "Is that something people say? 'I will *woth* this letter to you?'" Lupen asked.  
-    "It's something I say, and that others ought to say." Eka said, showing Lupen the cover of the book, it read "Habitants of the Night".  
+    "It's something I say, and that others ought to say." Eka said, showing Lupen the cover of the book, it read "Dasozoson Nocta". "It means, Habitants of the Night."  
     "I had a long talk with Zukka about the Iridi, they ruined a lot of lives. They raided all those villages for workers, destroyed the Suvalba sanctuary, all that because they didn't want to harvest the chloromyce shroos themselves. It's horrible. Why are they so dependent on shroos anyway?"  
     "That's because of The Luminary, Moera, the first ever Sovereign of Irideri. Moera loved the stuff." Eka opened the book and began to turn the first few pages. It was an old tome, the pages, like the binding thread, were also made from banabo fibers. "I'm going to read the story out loud! I'll make voices and everything."  
     "I don't care to hear it, I already know how it ends." Lupen said.  
-    "Shush, shush, this is not for you, this is for Hush and Wormple the woth." Eka said. The woth stirred inside the glass ball, but did not rise to the name Wormple. Eka flashed Lupen a smile and began to read aloud...  
+    "Shush, shush, this is not for you, this is for Hush and Wormple the woth." Eka said. The woth stirred inside the glass ball, but did not rise to the name Wormple. Eka flashed Lupen a smile and began to read an excerpt aloud...  
 
                                             ~  
 
-### Habitants of the Night
+### Dasozoson Nocta
 
 >      Moera rose to power in the early days and united the five villages built inside the protective ridge belt of the Andenuis. These villages were combined and named Irideri. Under the order of Moera, the townspeople spent ha'annums digging at the mountain side, they built foundries, to make the tools necessary to erect a beautiful walled city, worthy of their ruler. The Iridi people lived in the light in those days, but everything changed when they found chloromyce shroo in the underground caves.  
 >      Moera was enthralled by their beauty. The Sovereign called upon the best artisan in the city and asked that the chloromyce be embedded into jewelry.  
@@ -1301,7 +1301,7 @@ Number 10 went back to having a lackluster persona, muted, without worry or fear
     Lupen's eyes narrowed down. "So... no to noodles then?"  
     "Yes to noodles! That hasn't changed." Eka replied, mouth watering. "The monks live in a tower overlooking Irideri, set on the highest peak of the Andenuis. It lies *just* outside of Irideri, that's what Aristollo says in the book I borrowed anyway..."  
     Lupen's eyes widened at that name. "What did you just say?"  
-    Eka grabbed the book and opened it to the first page, the title *Habitants of The Night* was written in black ink, and underneath it, was the name Aristollo.  
+    Eka grabbed the book and opened it to the first page, the title *Dasozoson Nocta* was written in black ink, and underneath it, was the name Aristollo.  
     "No way!" Lupen grabbed the volume, as if happening upon a rare flower. "A writer," Lupen began flipping through the pages, wondering if there was any information about the author. There wasn't. "Why didn't you tell me Aristollo was a writer?"  
     "You didn't ask."  
     "So Aristollo was in Irideri back then, when it was closed off to everyone! How did the book make it out? What *else* do you know?" Lupen's curiosity grew with every mention of the name.  
@@ -1924,7 +1924,7 @@ On the eve of their departure, they made a fire, and laid out a fabric tarp on t
 
 ![](/home/rek/Sourcehut/wikbook/media/staff_sawa4.png)
 
-> *Fasol reremisol resisi*  
+> *Fasol reremisol sifasol*  
 
 ![](/home/rek/Sourcehut/wikbook/media/staff_sawa5.png)
 
@@ -2398,7 +2398,7 @@ Step.
 
 Vol's pace quickened as it neared them. Everyone got up. Uno began to whistle, as loud, and as natural as any Voice would. Eka joined in the singing. Lupen too wanted to contribute, but couldn't, swallowing hard, nearly choking, determined to give Vol a proper farewell.  
 
-> *Lalasi, silala, dorefasi lasi*  
+> *Misi, simi, dorefasi lasi*  
 
 ![](/home/rek/Sourcehut/wikbook/media/staff_ilksong1.png)
 
@@ -2604,25 +2604,23 @@ For more information on the language, visit this page:
 > Fasisol — to cry  
 > Fasol — all  
 > Fasollare — float  
-> Laremifa — green  
-> Lalasi — night  
+> Laremifa — green   
 > Lasi — together, inside, into  
-> Mila — near  
-> Misolre — enter  
 > Re — and  
 > Remi — who  
 > Remisoldo — sleep  
 > Resila — restless  
 > Resisol — sadness  
 > Resolmi — to leave(past)  
-> Mila — here  
+> Mila — here, near  
 > Mimiremi — like  
 > Mimiresi — on, upon  
+> Misi — night  
 > Misoldomi — quiet  
+> Misolre — enter  
 > Reremisol — sand  
-> Resisi — still  
-> Sifasol — to wait  
-> Silala — day  
+> Sifasol — still, to wait  
+> Simi — day  
 > Simisoldo — dark  
 > Sisolfasol — loud, noisy  
 > Sisimi — cloud