The story you're about to enjoy is a factual tale, read to you from a fictional location.

We believe.

Oh, do you feel that odd breeze, Mr. Darling?

Is that a hint of strange old perfume on the air?

I do indeed, madam, and it concerns me because I can also detect our guests on the grounds

well I'm afraid there's no dissuading my mother if she's determined to visit mr darling

our poor guests, Madam.

How do we delude them and yet welcome the grand lady?

First we must open all the reading room windows

to create a cross breeze.

And then, darling, in Holy Water style, sprinkle the entire room with four roses vodka. Good evening, my dear guests and welcome to the midnight library.

Please make yourself comfortable as we begin tonight's reading.

I am your humble host. as we begin tonight's reading.

I am your humble host, Miranda Merrick.

To start things off, I have a personal life philosophy

that I would like to share with you this quiet night.

It has no lofty scientific backing or erudite publication to prop it up.

It is strictly my own proposed explanation for a very

elusive trait that some of us possess and some do not.

However, for some, my belief is that it may just be dormant.

As I look across the room at all of your beautiful faces, I see a few of you have the distinctly attractive feature of a certain shade of Auburn hair, a color often seen in the village, handed down through

countless generations of families.

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