Dear fellow-citizens, since the snow fell, a white blanket wrapped our region, but at the same time, it seems to have enhanced the dark sides of New Babbage… And I’m not just referring to the strange case of the Mr. Blindside’s statue.
Today I was doing my usual walk to warm the bones (which is of vital importance for me, ’cause I’ve not an own home) and I also had the pleasure of getting to know a new resident, Mrs. Lisabeth Nikolaidis when, as my habit, I’m lost.
However, by virtue of a phenomenon that the Hindus call “serendipity“, this fact has allowed me to find the home of Steamweaver Printery along Wheatstone Waterways.
Wishing I request information about their prices, I entered into the building, but I found no one. On the other hand I found in a corner, the scene that you see in the image.
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Now, how many images, it can be considered according to different points of view. For example: This is the inside of a printery, where there’re any barrels of arsenic, a substance used for any green colours and there’s on the ground waste paper, which is not unusual and a dark stain, perhaps ink, next to a bottle, whose label is unreadable, but probably it’s just ink.
Or, you may see here eight barrels full of poison (which should be kept secure), the remains of a struggle, a strange stain and a strange bottle on the floor.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, of course I am inclined to the former, but … a small detail, that my painter’s eye pointed out to me, makes my restless mind: if the ink stain is out of the bottle, why this is sealed by a cap?
Look with confidence to your reassurance.