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i'm s'rry to int'rrupt thee, elizabeth. If 't be true thee still coequal rememb'r yond nameth.

but i'm afraid thee've been misinf'rm'd.

thou art not h're to taketh a gift. N'r, has't thee been hath called h're by the individual thee assume. Although, thee has't forsooth been hath called.

thee has't all been hath called h're. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misf'rtune.

a labyrinth with nay exit. A maze with nay prize. Thee coequal not realizeth yond thou art did trap. Thy lust of blood hast driven thee in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamb'r, at each moment seeming so near.

t's somehow out of reacheth.

but, thee shall nev'r findeth those folk. None of thee shall.

this is wh're thy st'ry ends.

and to thee, mine own brave volunte'r, who is't somehow hath found this job listing not intend'd f'r thee. Although, th're wast a way out did plan f'r thee, i has't a humour yond's not what thee wanteth. I has't a humour yond thou art right wh're thee wanteth to beest.

i am remaining as well. I am nearby.

this lodging shall not beest rememb'r'd and the mem'ry of ev'rything yond did start this, can finally beginneth to vade hence. As the agony of ev'ry tragedy shouldst.

and to thee monst'rs did trap in the c'rrid'rs. Beest still. And giveth up thy spirits.

those gents belongeth not to thee.

as f'r most of thee, i believeth th're is peace and p'rhaps, warmeth, waiting f'r thee aft'r the smoketh clears.

although, f'r one of thee, the dunnest pit of hell hast hath opened to swallow thee whole. So, keepeth not the Flibbertigibbet waiting, cousin.

mine own daught'r, if 't be true thee can heareth me, i kneweth thee wouldst returneth as well. T's in thy nature to protecteth the innocent. I'm s'rry yond on yond day, the day thee w're did shut out and hath left to kicketh the bucket, nay one wast th're to lift thee up in their arms, the way thee did lift oth'rs into yours.

and then, what becameth of thee, i shouldst has't known, thee wouldn't beest content to disappeareth. Not mine own daught'r. I couldn't saveth thee then.

so, allow