Luke Triton (
hisapprentice) wrote2011-11-17 11:34 pm
[Puzzle 001]
[In the plaza, near its southern edge, there is something strange. It is most noticeable now that snow is falling in earnest - a shape, smallish and curled up on itself.
There is a boy in the snow. Asleep, dressed only in new feather pants, shivering. When he finally shivers himself awake, it's a groggy half-there voice that broadcasts. Seems the journal's open.]
Just...a few m-more...minutes, Prof-ffessor...

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