[For some time now one node on the Journal network has been broadcasting an anonymous patch of sky broken only occasionally by the pacing back and forth of a quaking, sea-soaked man. His hair is matted and bedraggled, his arms are wrapped around his shoulders to conserve what little warmth he has. Occasionally there are sounds of a voice straining
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You will excuse me if I sound a little skeptical.
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Just how much of the nonsense in this book can I expect to encounter?
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Are you simply reviewing the guide, or might you happen to be a New Feather?
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[She is not the first to use this term - and if the people of Luceti insist upon it then what good would it serve to fight them?]
My name, however, is Admiral James Norrington.
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[ dawn. seriously now, darling. ]
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[If he'd known he was being overheard, he'd ....
Probably insulted Luceti some other way. Still, he'd better try to resolve the situation;]
It is an admirable fiction.
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[Though quite how he is not at all certain.]
Thank you for your concern, but I believe I will find my way to the village before nightfall.
[After that, however? He will be forced to rely on the kindness of strangers. He has no money, and nothing to trade.]
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You know, you'd be surprised what fantasies and superstitions can turn out to be true.
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