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[Jonah settles in, head tucked into him. It's a rough story, an old letter from 1850, to Jonah Magnus. The statement from a young man, apprenticing under Robert Smirke. His work with the architect is not the subject of the letter, but merely a context of why he writes to Jonah specifically. No, it's the story of what happened when his brother begged him to see the latest Grimadi performance at the newly built Covenant Gardens. How, as soon as they sat something felt odd; he had wanted to leave but his brother wanted to stay. He stayed as well, even when Grimaldi missed a step and started to fall. His brother ran to help, despite his own shouts for his brother to stop. He saw the man's hand touch Grimaldi, and then.. Well. The description of his death is described well from his memory. He had tried to save his brother, but Grimaldi grabbed his hand as he tried to flee, pulling the skin from it. Smirke had found him several days later, huddled and mute before taking him in as his apprentice. But he finds himself questioning the bits of steel and wood that make up that hand.

By the end, the red in Jonah's eyes has faded a little, enough he can see faint blurs of color and shape.]