Welcome back, dear Fred.

I was wondering when you'd wander in again?

The air has turned a little colder since your last visit.

Perhaps you felt it too.

A chill that slips through the seams of the world, when something forgotten begins

to stir. Now, now, come closer. I've just finished dusting off a rather curious piece.

You see it? Nestled here in the velvet-lined case, glinting like moonlight on still water.

A silver cat collar.

Delicate, yes. But don't let that fool you.

Look closely, and you'll see the name engraved on the tag.

Boo.

There's weight in this little thing.

Not of gold or gem,

but of memory,

of mischief.

Settle in, won't you?

The hour grows strange,

and our tale is just beginning. This is knock, knock. Before we begin, I want to point out

some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made

above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

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