Interlude
There was nothing Father Jack liked better after a hard day’s demon banishing than to sit down with a drink and a puzzle to solve. He sat at his desk, poured himself a large Fred Grin and then pored over Thursbee’s book.
"I can’t get this feckin’ code at all”, he thought to himself angrily.
He had been studying Thursbee’s notes on "The Book of Prophesies” for some days now and it irked him that he hadn’t even got beyond the first page, and that only read as ‘mi
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