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"What now?" said Jarvis to Goodwife Filster, who then
said a lot of things that weren't true, like that I was a plague
carrier and a thief and a liar, and she was about to explain
what she meant by my being responsible for the fall of Istar
when Woose, the dwarf, ran into the magistrate's office and
yelled, "Fire! Fire at Goodwife Filster's!"
Then Woose saw Goodwife Filster and yelled, "Gods,
woman, your bakery is on fire!" and Goodwife Filster went
all white and staggered like someone had hit her, then she
ran out, and Woose ran out, and Jarvis ran out, but before
Jarvis ran out he locked me in here and said he would be
back.
So here I am with my facts machine and nothing to do. I
should write down some notes on the economic situation in
Newshore after Istar blew up and the crops drowned
because of the ocean that used to be two days north of here
but now comes up to the place where the Karkhovs once
had a giant melon field and is where Ark and I fish for
moonfins, but Jarvis is back now, and he's waiting for me to
leave my cell after I finish this first.
"What are you writing?" he just now asked me, and
now he's looking and . . .
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Report Number Three
Same day, about an hour after noon
Hi, Astinus! I'm writing this from the rooftop of the
Cats & Kitties, which is really just a tavern with a sign
showing a woman's bosom with no dress on and isn't a pet
shop at all, which was what I thought all the time I was
growing up but Ark wouldn't take me there to find out
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