Baron deNuit,

Sorry my friend, old habits are hard to break. I find myself slipping more and more into the old ways and I don't know why. Maybe it's the world we live and the times. More and more I see a world on the Dawn of a new Millenium, and yet at the same time it seems to be slipping further and further into a New Dark Age. I don't like it! Why do they romanticize the past? Why? I remember those times all right. I remember the scent of the Black Death. I remember the taste of leperous blood. I remember the feel of a Saxon blade cleaving my flesh. I remember it all, and I wish I could forget!

C'est la vie.

As you can no doubt see, I have enclosed some information for you. I remember your morbid fascination for things best left secret. Well, I no longer need this information. Those who I gained it from have long since meet their Final Death. And I no longer care. Do with it as you will. Read it, burn it, use it for kitty litter for all I care. I'm too tired to care. I think that I'm going to go for a nice morning stroll. Sounds nice doesn't it? Yes, it sounds lovely.

Au revoir mon amie,
Francois duBois

Enclosures: A bibliography concerning the Dark Ages

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