Caspian, thou are of the angels! Thine company yester-noon did gladden me, and as thou did predict, the gardens were as mine eyes have never seen.
I hear tales of celebration, for All Hallows. Shall there be a revel, a masque? These contests also intrigue, but sure and they are not so deathly as mine ears are told?
Filtered AWAY from Tybalt//
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