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The wind here has picked up apace, and as I look from my window here at Unforeseen Towers, it rather puts me in mind of my trip to Bucharest in the late Seventies. I had travelled there to meet my acquaintance, Dr Henry Wincanton, an archaeologist of some repute. We were on the trail of a Vampyre sighting, and were heading for the castle Bran, when a sudden and forceful gust of wind carried Wincanton away. I haven't seen him since, and daresay I never will.
I have decided to stay indoors today.
9:54 AM
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