Multi Author Tale...

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So anyhow heres a paragraph feel free to continue with your own paragraphs as comments. Maybe we can actually finish the tale...


It was later than usual when the visitor came. A soft buzzing aroused Jameson from his reverie. Crossing to the intercom he glared briefly at the figure in the great coat on the monitor and buzzed them into the foyer. It would take two minutes for the visitor to reach this floor. Jameson downed the dregs of his whisky and prepared himself. All of the necessaries were ready. An old Valise sat on the floor; black, battered and faded it was, illegible travel labels adorning its surface. On the coffee table the first edition lay, its black leather binding still supple after many years of good care. A pack of cards in a dog-eared and curiously stained box sat next to it. The cane lay across the opposite armchair, slender and black, its heavy silver embossed handle glinting in the reflected light of the open fire in the hearth. Jameson surveyed the scene and sighed heavily, it seemed too early for these things, but then it always did. He lowered the lights in the room to a level more acceptable to his guest and lay back in his armchair. He removed a small pipe from his pocket and having filled the bowl with flakes of Peyote button, pure opium and plug tobacco he set a light to it, inhaled deeply and awaited his guest.