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I began out loud to translate the parchment just found, in whose words a riddle within a tale was hid. In its four verses it did speak to me, each written in hand and tongue now forgot by all but few, of which I be one. It told of an ancient evil that still lives and walks this land for two millennia now past. Then when finished I then did write it down, keeping the style and grammar of all its verses of the young boy whose work it was. My client, now in utter awe at my accomplishment, took the two from me and retired into the dining room, where she then sat at its table, placing them side by side for comparison there. Her gaze swapped constantly between the parchment and its translation, with ever increasing facial puzzlement as to the meaning of the words I had written, before passing on to me both thoughts and judgement.
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