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Silent, The Meeting At Night

Two Years Earlier, Lucy

She continued waiting, moving about to keep herself from getting cold. The waves danced to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier-structure. They reminded her of glockenspiels and of the lonely corridors of the former Prep School for musicians.  The Ogre had run the School like a convent.  

A sound distracted her. A thud.  The main door of the Theatre opening, then shutting. A man stepped out, wearing a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside theatre lighting. The man opened up an umbrella and peered in the distance, as if searching for someone.

Arthur Harlesden.

She started after him.  

Caught up. 'Arthur?'

He stopped, stared intently at her. 'Didn't I see you earlier at the House?'

'You did. I need to talk to you.'

'Do you?'

'It's really important.'

Arthur went pale. 'Oh, my goodness.  I know you.  Lucy Harlesden - isn't it?  Douglas and Margaret's daughter.  I thought there was something familiar about you at dinner, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  What on earth are you doing here?’
Written by Lozzamus
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