The Library, Wednesday

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John had gone home long enough to get a good three hours of sleep in, shower, and then gotten back up and come into work.

Real coffee was out, you could ask for tea if you wanted it, and the librarian was in-and-out of Special Collections, bringing out the oldest books and scrolls he could find.

Good luck, Fandom. You were going to need it.

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Re: Research -- Afternoon

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Kathy nodded and held up a finger, asking for one more moment while she scrawled a few more notes. "Sorry," she said when she was done. "This is just written in a really old form of Korean that's actually close to a really old form of Chinese and, like, I know both, but not really well enough to read and translate out loud at the same time." It was only after she had to pause for a deep breath that Kathy realize she'd been babbling.

"Sorry," she said again. "The important thing is that I finished the translation? I can read it. Umm, so this kid sneaks into a store that just opened up and is filled to the brim with treasures that, uhh, 'stir up the fire's of longing in the hearts of even the most ascetic of men.'"

Picking up her notes, she read, "...For I was young and the imp of mischied was in me, and so while the man was distracted, I reached out to touch a battered satchel that was cracked age. Immediately, the man turned to me and let out a shriek unnatural in its power. For a moment, his face turned into that of a demon from the furthest reaches of Hell. I ran from the store, never to return, and weeks later, many of the town sickened and died from an illness that had no natural source."

She looked up at Eleanor. "Sound familiar, huh? But this is the part that really has me worried. 'I said above that I still dream of the treasures I saw in that shop and I do. But more frequent are the nightmares about that face, which I believe to be his true face. His face...and the voices that I heard coming from the satchel. They were pleading. They were screaming.'"

Re: Research -- Afternoon

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"He's ... collecting souls in an old, battered satchel," Eleanor said, flatly. "He's not allowed to have souls."

Even Mother hadn't tried for souls.

Re: Research -- Afternoon

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"That's what this says," Kathy said, sitting down abruptly. Her soul have very nearly been collected up by a demon-faced monster, leaving her physical body to die. That...that was a lot to take in.

"I gotta sit down," she said, a little dazed, before glancing down at the chair she was in. "I gotta sit more down."