Doctor Alaster McAden sets down his gin and tonic with a quiet clink… his eyes are focused out to sea.
Perhaps this is where it was meant to be all along…
Delving into the desk drawer, he grabs some paper, envelopes and ink, and quickly writes several letters. The silvered wax bubbles slightly as he drips it on the envelope flaps, and presses the chilled brass seal to them. In a matter of seconds, the seal is cured, and he hands them to a young lad at the door.
Now, all that was left to do was wait.
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