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I can see that boy's every move - ever so closer to that goal of his, ever closer to the doorstep. It's rather charming how well it's played out, amidst a temptress-witch, a traitorous Frenchman, and a fool. It can't be helped, for they know not how to detour the tracks from the railway.
Certainly, there is a method to the next phase, the capture. I so wonder what shall come next; shall it be the police themselves, or may I perhaps see the prodigal son and his swashbuckling ways? And then the next shall begin.
May we see the brilliance of those esteemed gentlemen. May God have mercy on Cain's soul.
Are we all back to normal, citizens? I do hate to see you all feeling not quite yourselves.