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<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
- Joined
- Dec 6, 2000
Nestled deep within the archives of the library of rare antiquities, an old gentleman sat alone at a table. He sat perfectly quiet without moving a muscle. The other patrons of the library, what few there were kept glancing over at the old man. It was not that he was out of place but quite the contrary. His appearance was impeccable. He was smartly dressed in a tweed jacket and woolen trousers. There was nothing out of place on his person. From his wire rimmed glasses down to his finely shined leather shoes. He had an air about him that portrayed quiet elegance. The one item about him though that seemed to draw attention was the item he had clasped tightly in his hands. It was a well worn leather bound book. It was obvious that this was his most prized possession. If one looked closely at the man they could see his knuckles were white from holding his book so tightly. The man seemed oblivious to everything around him staring straight ahead as if in a trance. Only once did he glance down at the table. What happened next was completely unexpected. On the table was the June 5th edition of the Daily Sentinel newspaper. As the mans eyes darted from column to column, he suddenly let out a blood curdling scream that pierced the quiet of the normally solemn library. There on page one of the Sentinel below the fold was a single headline, Adventurer Reappears After Long Absence . The man leaped from his seat still grasping his book and rushed from the room leaving the other library patrons confused. No one could understand what any of this meant. Little did they know this would not be the last time they would encounter the man with the leather book.
Jeff
Jeff
