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Rusty Quill presents The Magnus Archives.

Episode 4. Page Turner.

The Statement of Dominic Swain, regarding a book briefly in his possession in the winter of 2012.

Original Statement, given June 28, 2013. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

I work as a theatre technician in various venues around the West End. I mainly deal with lights, but a lot of the smaller venues can't afford large crews for their productions, so you end up doing a little bit of everything.

I guess that's not directly relevant to my experience, but I just want you to know that I'm not some crazy person wandering in off the street. I work. I do practical things with my hands, and I am not prone to crazed flights of fancy.

That day I was going to see a matinee performance of the Trojan women at the Gate Theatre up in Notting Hill. A friend of mine, Catherine Mendez, was in it, and had been trying to get me to come to see it for a while.

We'd worked together on a production of the Sea Girl a couple of years before, and had a bit of a thing going back then. At this point I had just become single, so it was keen to meet up and see if any of the old spark remained.

I ended up going along on the afternoon of Saturday the 10th of November. I remember the date exactly. There had been a lot of back and forth about it, since we were both involved in separate shows at the time, making evenings difficult.

So on Saturday afternoon I found myself in Notting Hill Gate, killing an hour or two before the show was due to start.

Now, Notting Hill is not somewhere I go off on as it tends towards the pricey, even for London, and I'm not sure how much you know about theatre techs, but we're not generally an overpaid profession.

Still, I had some vague memories of there being in Oxford's charity shop somewhere nearby, so I'd previously bought quite a nice old military tunic there, which remains one of my favourite jackets.

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