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• 04:30, 2 October 2024 75.164.132.116 talk commented on the article Leave the Medusa's Head (The Last Constable's Fate) (To all things an end There are a growing number of unhappy looks being cast in your direction. A swift exit seems prudent. You are informed a few days later of a funeral, to which you were not invited. A little service, attended by old friends in the Constables. A certain honey-addled Detective said the eulogy. The Implacable Detective lead the pall-bearers. A disgraceful tomb-colonist almost ruined the reception afterward. But the Last Constable is laid to rest in Lowgate Cemetery next to h...)
• 04:30, 2 October 2024 75.164.132.116 talk created page CommentStreams:272168eca280c69c31e594144d591a7b
• 15:06, 1 October 2024 75.164.132.116 talk commented on the article Question the Youthful Naturalist's premise (Deferred analysis "A thoroughly academic response," says the Youthful Naturalist with a grin. "Yes, more research is always required. And you're perfectly right. As soon as you think you know something for certain, then you're almost certain to be wrong. It's important to keep an open mind. Even when you're studying numbers on a chart, or whorls on a shell, and all the conclusions seem pre-calculated. Perhaps especially then." He looks down at his plate. "Speaking of preserving things, I wo...)
• 15:06, 1 October 2024 75.164.132.116 talk created page CommentStreams:C08d8ed8db9ec948078f8d8cd056880b
• 15:28, 30 September 2024 75.164.132.116 talk commented on the article Deliver it to the Constables (A good deed The desk-sergeant stares at you, then at the chest, then at you. His moustache quivers. One treacherous tear intrudes upon his pudgy cheek. "Forgive me," he manages. "At this desk I witness a parade of vice, violence, and villainy that would turn the liver of an honest individual like yourself. But this: to see an act of such fundamental decency—" He blows his nose on a streaky handkerchief. "If we had a hundred more of you, (title) London would not occupy her present lamentable...)
• 15:28, 30 September 2024 75.164.132.116 talk created page CommentStreams:F315cc1a7e2115540133d241299e0ad0