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David gently took my arm and guided me over to the couch where we took our seats.
Blake leaned forward with his arms on his legs and cleared his throat. “As you know, I don’t often leave my island.”
David nodded. “Yes. I don’t remember hearing you ever leave it in my lifetime.”
Blake pursed his lips. “That’s true. The last time I left the island was to escape a pack of particularly amorous and ugly witches. This time, however, the situation is more dire, and perhaps more ugly. I’m sure you heard about the murder that took place on the island a few months ago.”
David raised an eyebrow. “I had heard something about it, but I thought the mystery was solved.”
Blake clasped his hands together and stared down at his long fingernails. “It was, but there were a few unknown consequ
