HENRY I HAVE MAGIC
Now listen : Without regard to logic or
season, I have information that could
do you well. Just don't stand beneath
the rock-wall as I tell you what it is.
Things have a way of falling. The world
is all of what we see and so much more.
An alchemist would maybe nod, the black
and red of his ginger-smoking cloak shining
as he walked. Cauldrons of things a'boil.
Metallurgic urgings underway.
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