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It was much colder that December morning than those days the Giant Squid might otherwise have been seen basking in the sunlight. It must be winter now, or close to it, and Bartholomew Henry had made the decision to visit the surface of the lake. This was not for pleasure, but business. A matter of concern had arisen.
Old Bartholomew broke the surface of the lake in its centre, and glided towards the shallows. He waved his tentacles just above the water to attract the attention of anyone nearby and to beckon them closer, slow and polite but insistent all the same. Messages needed passing along, issues needed addressing.
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