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The ghost bell has been heard this summer, Ilisidi had written them, in that careful, delicate hand Jago said was the old school of penmanship. I propose to spend the night in the old watchman’s tower on the island in the lake. If we find no ghosts the view of the stars will still be extraordinary, and if it rains, the fireplace is intact.
I assure you of the safety of the old tower and the caution of our cuisine as well as the security of our boundaries. The shell holes are patched. The ba
ers fly. There’s a nest of wi’itikiin on the roof this summer.The damned creatures have taken advantage of the repairs and are getting entirely too impertinent.
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