You glance at the clock, only to find it has melted from the heat. Smoulderthwaite steps in, announcing with a thunderous roar: Your dinner awaits, Master. He steps aside, unapologetically adding: There was an envelope for you in the mail, but it unfortunately combusted when I touched it. It looked important. Following you with ground-shaking stomps, he goes on: Furthermore, it seems there is an uninvited guest at the gate. Shall I incinerate them?
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14/11/2024