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Jun 01, 2009 23:28

[ Dictated;

There is hardly a sound to be picked up by the journal with the exception of someone flipping through the pages of the journal. Every now and again the faintest of chuckles can be heard, but even then it is difficult to even distinguish this from pages being rapidly turned.

After a minute or so everything falls silent. Then the beginning of a low, deep and throaty laughter begins its slow crescendo to something far more maniacal. A laughter that reeks of malice, contempt and sheer glee according to the sharp punctuation of it.

It is the kind of laughter that certain residents of the castle should recognize without fail. ]

the millennium earl

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