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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4472625" data-attributes="member: 3285">To Walk in Carcosa: PrologueIt was the middle of the night when Dril opened the front door to an unassuming terraced cottage.  It was empty.Price shoved past him.  “I don’t know what da big deal is. So people got killed in The Tombs. Happens all da time.”Dril examined the floor.  “We’ve been over this: Grahame Roby asserted without a doubt that the corpse was not Lucius Roby’s; it lacks a scar on the upper arm that Lucius acquired as a youth.”“Right, so that means what one ov da two bodies was Thomas Clarke. Good chap, terrible thin' ter 'appen ter 'im. But what doesn’t mean we need ter be all searchin' Evans’ 'ome. I say we let da dead stay dead.”The Altherian paused at one point in the floor.  “You hear that?”Price cocked his head.  “What?”“The floorboards.  They stopped squeaking. Shine your lantern over here.”Price focused his bull’s-eye lantern at the spot by Dril’s foot. The floorboards were a darker color than the rest, spongy and moist.Dril leaned down on one knee.  “I’m not convinced that Alexander Harriwell killed anybody; he was straight-jacketed in his cell.  And killing three grown men, two of them the Sea Lord’s Guard, is no simple task.” Dril wiped one finger along the board and sniffed it.  “This is blood.”“Then that’s an awful lot ov blood,” said Price.  He put the lamp down on the floor to get a closer look. The beam splayed across the wall.Dril walked over to the front door.  He bent down to pick up a piece of mail on the mat.“Interesting,” said Dril.  “One of these letters is a tailor’s bill addressed to Michael Evans.  The other is addressed to…Montague Edwards!” When Price didn’t response, Dril added, “Don’t you see?  This connects Evans to Edwards.  Montague Edwards kidnapped Roby and made it look like a double murder to throw us off the track.  He’s…Price?”Dril turned around.  “Price?”Price had stopped talking.  He stood, transfixed, beaming the lantern along the wall. The lantern slowly revealed words painted in blood: “Seven days for his work, five for mine.” Dril ran out the door to warn his companions.</blockquote>

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