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Chapter 9: The Census and the Sandburs - Part 1
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2021-08-25 11:49:40The town-head and his council had conducted a census around the craggy hill area. They had completed the survey and had been issuing and posting census stickers on the houses of the craggy hill’s inhabitants.
Census of Housing and Population, Leopoldo Surambaw’s census reports:
The Craggy Hill is an island situated at the northeastern part. It has a total land area of 98,000 hectares and is estimated to have 148,000 inhabitants of which 45% are natives or pure locals, 15% are half-bloods and 40% are settlers. An average of abou
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