What a lively Sunday audience!

He's hurt it down a notch.

Yeah.

Did you fucking tell them I'd dine?

Yeah.

It's a miracle.

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon friend.

A fucking dragon's

Deep

Deep in the tunnels that run the distance of water deep.

Beneath the buildings, beneath the streets, beneath even the subterranean halls of the

Bega King, there is a library.

This is a library friso with which you will be familiar.

Sweat is breaking out on Ben's brow as he reads this intro.

And Hing, you see, as you're sitting next to him, that his skin has turned an alarming

shade of grey.

It is the library of lost things.

Any book, the story goes, that is destroyed or misplaced or simply forgotten will through a power not understood.

Simon, you can see that Ben's hands are balled up into fists, the knuckles are white, and the nails are digging so hard into the palms of his hands that blood has started trickling to the floor. You have just enough time to observe that the blood is a dirty brown colour.

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