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In The White Swan, Alnwick
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So this is it.
The end.
An empty table, two chairs and a tablecloth in a corner of the dining room on the Titanic.
No more words will be spoken.
Those chairs will remain empty.
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The friendship that was once there has dissolved.
Drowne, like these chairs and this table, will be, when what is coming will happen.
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There once was a future, full of hope, but that was just a fairy tale.
The salt in the salt cellar will join the salt of the sea, just as the pepper will.
It is cold now, as all endings are.
Goodbye Cruel World.
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