Cecilia, Keeper Of The Mysterium, Part The Third.

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My dear Eliza, you shall doubtless be reassured to learn that I had the good sense to not recover my sense until the creature had evanesced (to where I neither knew nor cared), but while my sensibilities had returned to me my abilities to move and speak took a little longer. Thus I remained whither I had fallen and found myself at liberty to reflect upon the troubling fact that I just evaded a fantastical being.
When, at last, Sir John handed me to my feet I spake in tones which I believed were, by every second syllable, the very essence of dignified wit.

“Sirs, I am of the belief that I believe you.”

To Begin Anew.

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Time to start from the beginning again. Now that the Woodville’s have once again saved all of England from fiendish churls it’s time for another Classic Re-Telling Of A Modern Tale. Recently a friend and I have been re-visiting some old favourites from our teenage years, so this time the story was inspired by a whole selection of fantasy fiction. The new tale is called ‘ Cecilia The Keeper Of The Mysterium’ and I wil be posting part 1 tomorrow.I hope you enjoy it.

Four And Twenty Weeks, Part The End.

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Dear Mr Cowley,

I hope that this missive finds you in better spirits than my last. I am aware that since the arrival of that unhappy note your poor wife Catherine, has been, as I myself have, in a state of untold anguish, scarcely recovering from one fit of nervous hysteria afore she descends into another. Such frequent faints must be proving quite a trial for all concerned. Poor Catherine has ever been at the mercy of her nerves. Though, confess, being so very entirely sans Maria has left me hankering after the happy oblivion that only feminine frailty will provide.  

However Charles, I do not write today to convey sentiments of sympathy but something rather more extraordinary. Indeed what has passed has left me in a state of some considerable perplexed confusion, it is so peculiar a peculiarity that I know not quite how to elucidate upon the matter, for it is so very illogical as to render it quite celestial. Thus I have enclosed this letter in the hope that all the particulars shall be made quite plain to you and poor Catherine,

Yours in stupefaction,

Lord Henry Woodville.