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[stonyfaced]

[Note: This is timed for approximately midnight

There is no writing at first, but there are a series of dots and squiggles. It's finished off by a long, dark, violent dash through the middle of the page. In the margin, he etches, magic? wizards There is a long pause as Vimes accosts some poor passer-by to ask to see his journal in order to

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[spandexisyouth]

Inns would make sense. I wonder why they do not have any. We. I wonder why we do not have any!

[stonyfaced]

I wouldn't be able to tell you.

[spandexisyouth]

Nor would I.

[stonyfaced]

Which means you don't have a memory, eh?

[spandexisyouth]

It does! I have forgotten a lot of people. And things. But so have you. I am sorry.

[stonyfaced]

A whole life's worth counts as a lot. No apologies are needed, except for from the person responsible for this who won't be able to apologize on account of having no teeth.

[spandexisyouth]

I would not mind helping if you find them.

[stonyfaced]

I'm sure we're not the only two either.

[spandexisyouth]

I think you are right on that. I have already written with a few different handwritings of people I had known and cared about. And it looks like you are known by several too.

[stonyfaced]

Known at least, yes. I can't say I'm inclined to believe it until they recognize me in person.

[spandexisyouth]

You should offer to meet with them then!

[stonyfaced]

At some point, maybe. For now, I just want to figure this place out.

[spandexisyouth]

Knowing the people helps to let you know the place!

[stonyfaced]

Yeah, it does. But first I want to have a look around on my own.

[spandexisyouth]

I hope you find what you are looking for!

[stonyfaced]

I can't say I'm sure what I'm looking for, but I hope I find it too.