Talk:Join them (Light Fingers!)/@comment-32173620-20171006101656

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"Your seat was waiting"



Poor Edward stands as you present yourself on the hilltop. Dr Vaughan screams obscenities at you for revealing yourself; Clara collapses into a heap of tears on the table. Jasper (or Frank) walks up to the hilltop to escort you to the table, while Frank (or Jasper) pushes in your chair with grim politeness.

Your host regards you with a hateful joy. He pours you a cup of tea from the iron kettle; his hands are scarred like ivy, as flame is wont to do. "I understood you were away. I am glad we left a chair for you, just in case you appeared," he says.