Grand Guginol

A knocking at the door brought me back from the land a’ dreams. I moaned as me head did a pretty good imitation a’ a poundin’ anvil.

“Just a minute,” I groaned as I got out of bed. Me clothes were fairly dry now, so I put ‘em back. The sun was just a few minutes away from being gone for the day. Lightin’ a candle at the desk, I walked up to the door and opened it. Rhames looked at me with a frown while he sniffed the air.

“Sorry ‘bout the smell…an’ makin’ ya wait, a’ course,” I said as I let him in.

“I realize that these flats can get filthy, but I don’t recall the distinctive musk of manure from my last visit,” the Hierophant said, wrinklin’ his nose.

I spent the next five minutes explaining how the smell got there and how the Inquisitors were lookin’ for the music too. I showed him the Qanya sheets to him and he looked them over, nodding every once in a while.

“Mr. Grimstone, you have accidentally stumbled onto one of the greatest archeological finds of our time,” he finally said. “The Harmonicum Versivum.”





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