Author Archives: Yaskr Faye

On Friday morning, Ezekiel Thorne got back to his diary: “October 12th,  Typeface Case: I have retrieved the letter without any fuss and it is already stored in the evidence box. William is shining bright about it and promises to make the best paper analysis out of it. Also we’ve had a great talk aboutContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 12”

Deep in the Mists, after midnight, the Inquisitor recollected that strange earlier encounter he escaped tightly. Walking around the outskirts in search of the missing Watchman instead of sitting in his Monastery and studying the evidence, he brought the image of Boarman before his mind’s eye. “It appeared as if from thin air, that is,Continue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 11”

Next day Ezekiel woke up worried. Neither his “Nimrod” conversations last evening, nor his nightly activity brought him any more content. He decided to start a diary and that is what he has written that morning: “October 10th,  Typeface Case is going slowly, no new clues. Yesterday we talked about the usual rubbish instead ofContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 10”

On Tuesday, Ezekiel has been bored since the morning, and started recollecting all the dull events of yesterday, October 8th. Firstly, his night of delicate mysteries in the town of fogs turned into a rather monotonous walk to the nearest outskirt and from there – around the town. Of course, he was amazed by howContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 9”

Ezekiel nearly slept through the church service, being rudely awakened each minute by his father sitting near him. Immediately afterwards they  went to “Cannon and Orchid” to have their breakfast and talk. – Son, I will not say you have disappointed me, because I hated clerk’s work myself when I was your age. It wasContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 8”

– James Carpenter, solicitor, – he read out loud what the calling card said. It’s been well past noon on October 6th, Saturday. Pretty dulled by his monotonous morning work, Ezekiel sought some escape from the mundane world, and has been disappointed by more of its manifestations coming his way. – No doubt, it’s fromContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 7”

Ezekiel Thorne came to his senses at noon the next day, when he delivered the finals of his work to Hon. Bale. Everything before that was nonexistent. Some vague memories of running down the street – still in the prison of inky nightmares that reappeared even in the night – editing the books with noContinue reading “Mystborough I: The Hunter’s Moon, Ch. 6”