As you are now, so once was I, As I am now, so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.

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(Saturday, January 2nd.)
(The Abbey, late afternoon)

I light another cigarette and pace outside the Abbey wall, waiting for Glass and Mab's younger deputy... Liam I believe.  Once they're here, we can go in and examine the deceased.  I don't know what exactly happened to this one, but hell must've frozen over... I am being allowed to give a body the once over before burial.  I already know it's Vale, who went missing from the 'Boy, but other than that, I have been given nothing else.  The other deaths in town have been brutal, but at least I heard some specifics... Vale?  Mab kept it real quiet, and if Miao knows, she did not tell me.   I've just been there for her, doing what little I can.

The rain comes down a bit harder, and I turn up the collar of my coat, muttering about the weather as I watch some women leave The Dormouse.  At least she's still alive enough to run...

Pushing morbid thoughts about Wanda away, I switch my medical bag to the other hand and pray Tulz will have a hot coffee ready when I head out of here after the examination.    I really do hate cold, dreary weather.

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As you are now, so once was I, As I am now, so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

(Saturday, January 2nd.)
(The Abbey, late afternoon)

I light another cigarette and pace outside the Abbey wall, waiting for Glass and Mab's younger deputy... Liam I believe.  Once they're here, we can go in and examine the deceased.  I don't know what exactly happened to this one, but hell must've frozen over... I am being allowed to give a body the once over before burial.  I already know it's Vale, who went missing from the 'Boy, but other than that, I have been given nothing else.  The other deaths in town have been brutal, but at least I heard some specifics... Vale?  Mab kept it real quiet, and if Miao knows, she did not tell me.   I've just been there for her, doing what little I can.

The rain comes down a bit harder, and I turn up the collar of my coat, muttering about the weather as I watch some women leave The Dormouse.  At least she's still alive enough to run...

Pushing morbid thoughts about Wanda away, I switch my medical bag to the other hand and pray Tulz will have a hot coffee ready when I head out of here after the examination.    I really do hate cold, dreary weather.

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