madness over dread mire

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Greetings, reader. This is a record of Dread Mire - A once deserted island that history shows became a spectacular fishing port in the Northern Hemisphere. There have been many a rumor as to how the small community became such a hub so quickly, but they are all but speculation. These days, nearly all communication with the island has been cut off, and most of the records of this place have been all but lost .. As to my knowledge, this is the only existing transcript that has safely been recovered from that isle. Possibly, within these archives, we can uncover the mystery that was: Dread Mire.
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09/23/xx - It has been nearly a month now since I first stepped foot on this marvelous ground, and now it is being appreciated by tourists! It has been quite an adventure, but this day makes everything worth it. The Campsite has it's first visitor! We built nearly a week ago, at Tom Nook's behest... Our first visitor's name is Phil, and he has enjoyed his visit so much -in fact- that he has placed a formal request with Town Hall to become a permanent resident! Finally - The outside world will get to know the wonders of this island! The natives of this place called it Dread Mire, but I cannot for the life of me understand why - the sea is bountiful with her rewards. This place seems to truly have been blessed. It will only be a matter of time until those blessings can be shared with the rest of the world!

 

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12/26/xx - A chill has begun to take it's harsh and frigid hold in Dread Mire. Waves of frost cover every inch of the isle. The snowy blight is somber - Crops must wait 'till the ground thaws to re-sow, however the glittering husks of harvest past, I must admit, are a dazzling sight in the dwindling Winter sunlight. Our village is a hearty folk, and we have banded together to aid each other with whatever one might need. The one constant that has not failed us are the ebbing tides. We will need to depend on the fruits of the brine around us now more than ever, and so far - the tides have preserved us.

We give our thanks to the deep.