Update acl.cool/site/writings/umbral0.5.dj

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@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ In the scant lanes of Venron, a _llama_ breathes the cool light of dawn; an orna
 
 Further on, Karmel[^karmel], a brightly-dressed human, snoozes under a tree, indulging in an early morning nap. His tightly-drawn ponytail lies splayed about him as it gathers subtle moisture from the dewy grass. A noise wakes him, and he plods off in search of breakfast.
 
-Across the road from where Warren will soon man the stove, hunkered in Venron's cheapest and poorest inn, Almuth Cheerio[^almuth] sits down to "pancakes". A half-elf woman and a human man fill the seats beside him. In his usual way, the gray-haired, white-robed cleric of Eldath strikes up a conversation that begins to turn, somehow, toward the subject of his deity. His captive companions are surprisingly receptive.
+Across the road from where Warren will soon man the stove, hunkered in Venron's cheapest and poorest inn, Almuth Cheerio[^almuth] sits down to "pancakes". A half-elf woman and a human man fill the seats beside him. In his usual way, the gray-haired, white-robed cleric of Eldath strikes up a conversation that somehow begins to turn toward the subject of his deity. His captive companions are surprisingly receptive.
 
 By the town's northern entrance, Gottlob Graal[^gottlob], a satyr, chats with a lone town guard. Though the guard can get in little more than the occasional nod or word of confusion edgewise, he is grateful for the aid staying awake near the end of his long shift. Still, as minutes threaten to become hours, he wearily wishes that this chatty goat and his obvious comb-over would find someone else to regale with pointless trivia and dubious stories of past revels.