[ Good call! If Dorian reaches back into the very edge of the drawer, he'll find a torn piece of paper. It reads:
Thursday, November 17th No. Not this holiday. A hideous thing, and I will take the timely setback in favor of simply never performing this holiday again. Though I need not: the end will be at hand soon enough, and I will finally ascend. But I am not as self-sufficient as I would have hoped... I will still require a steady stream of sacrifices in the coming year. And yet I cannot stay and care for them on my own
And it just cuts off there! Looks like the other half of this paper is somewhere else. ]
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Thursday, November 17th
No. Not this holiday. A hideous thing, and I will take the timely setback in favor of simply never performing this holiday again. Though I need not: the end will be at hand soon enough, and I will finally ascend. But I am not as self-sufficient as I would have hoped... I will still require a steady stream of sacrifices in the coming year. And yet I cannot stay and care for them on my own
And it just cuts off there! Looks like the other half of this paper is somewhere else. ]