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I tell a tale,
Will you listen?
Will you listen?
Ian paced up and down the library slowly, eyes drifting to the enchanted glass box that held the wolves’ copy of the Treaty that was signed so many years ago. He sighed, knees feeling weaker today than usual and decided to sit down with a good book to take his mind away from the growing discomfort settling low in his stomach. Something wasn’t right, he could tell. It was getting darker earlier, which was never a good sign. That always forbade unpleasant times. And for something bad to happen now, when things had been so good for so long, would be the worst.An hour later, and two and a half books finished, Ian still felt uncomfortable. He stood up, determined to find Shamus, Marshall and Joey and find out if anything had gone wrong. The only bad thing about being so old, and finding more comfort in the books below ground, was that he tended to forget about the outside world, letting things run smoothly without his interference.
If he only knew what things were going on without him, he would have stayed below ground until someone came to get him.
Indulge a dying man,
Spare the time?
