This one was a day late. I went to bed really, really early that night due to a migraine and developing tonsillitis to boot. So, strike 11. We will ignore that I could have just lied and pretended it just hadn't been uploaded like the others because I would rather not have you all think that I'm actually an honourable person.
“Weren't
we supposed to be doing something?” asked Araziel. Aengus had
finished dealing with the leprechaun and sent it on its way, and was
now sat in the grass staring at the sky, not really doing anything.
“Yeah, but I think the Author's dying. We'll have to wait and see
what happens,” replied Blue.
“I
somehow doubt that the Author is actually dying,” said Araziel.
“They
probably are just being melodramatic,” Blue conceded, “but on the
off chance that they're not, I really think we need to prepare
ourselves for the eventuality that we will no longer have an Author.”
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