In April the output was high and constant. In May it is all records of musty old accounts.
Cantabile reminds me of the affair of the cupboard, which was not the first nor the last of its kind. It was an infestation of woodlice, their mouths gnawing at the bones of some forgotten inhabitant (the Evermore, so old that we had to pine over old clippings just to find it). Their mandibles mocked those who lived in the house.
(click click click)
Even after they'd left, the noise they left behind was deafening.
(click click click)
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However, it is the Evermore that should be explained, not the bugs.
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The Evermore rests in a watery grave surrounded by lilies almost as dead as itself. The fey lights which hover around it are immaterial, nonexistant, and should not be bothered with.
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Cantabile will not co-operate with Saline prowling hungry.
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continue later(???)
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