the smuggler’s bible


The mansion is quiet. Mostly. There’s groaning in the labs and the clock tower is chiming like every four minutes (way too often, be serious), but these things have come to mean quiet when taken together.

Lone stands in the ballroom and watches the piano play itself through a waltz, wondering if it’s just a new quiet sound to get used to or something to take seriously.

The music seems harmless, so he decides, provisionally, to leave things as they are. But (BUT!) he also doesn’t swap his grenade for the candelabra he suspects will work in the attic puzzle.