The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 7: Chapter 5: Newspaper

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"The Greek word for 'return' is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return." ― Milan Kundera, ignorance The red sun hung low in the afternoon sky, as the blistering heat seared into the back of his neck. After shooing the greedy shopkeeper, he had headed out of the bookshop and explored the city on foot while picking essential items for the house. Hot chips! Hallow's secret chips spice, fine and fresh! Come on, come on, hearty Jacket pies for hungry hands! Lanterns that light themselves! No match, no fuss, step right in! A new edition of the Lady's Register for only a penny! The breakfast pop-up stalls had already long packed up and were gone, swiftly replaced by the hawkers and kiosks in the afternoon. Countless shopkeepers were heartily promoting their goods, screaming at the top of their lungs while dragging unsuspecting wanderers to their stalls to inspect their goods. Felix ignored their yells while focusing on his way out of the crowd. He had already made it to the other side of town, which was rowdy and filled with all sorts of people He held on to the items in his paper bag tightly while using his bowler hat to shield himself from the red, blaring sun. Dodging and swerving through the main crowd, he went past a group of beggars, on the other side, some dirty children in ragged clothes with sallow complexions, starving from malnutrition. He was not naive enough to stop and provide assistance to them. These pitiful members of society were usually exploited by vagrants and gangs to do their bidding. He had already learnt from a previous situation that if he was even slightly foolish enough to stop and help, he would be robbed in a matter of seconds. He subconsciously rubbed his left pocket, where his last 2 shillings were kept; as he quickly walked past them, he had already spent a fair share of his previous amount and even more than he had previously estimated. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached a less crowded area. A few iron constables were loitering around the area. Felix's lips twitched as he muttered silently to himself what use are they, when they are always missing when needed. He froze as he spotted a man in an iron grey coat that was stiff on the shoulder with brass buttons. His face was stern, slightly worn by age, but his posture was straight and taut, standing in hawkish alert as he stepped out of a royal constabulary carriage. Senior Constable Edward Graves, a very kind man who protected the siblings from other law enforcement efforts from the consortium and the military, investigated the siblings after their father's scandal. He was also a well-trusted associate of their father and had helped the siblings on multiple occasions. He unconsciously drifted back into old memories, back when Mr Corwin, his father, who was a respected and highly renowned linguist, had done a lot of work with the royal family and other academic institutions. He was a highly valuable asset to Vaelor and had helped them gain an edge on historical research and preservation by decoding several ancient languages from previous aeons. His research was immensely useful and had made various breakthroughs towards the exploration of the third, fourth and fifth aeons. He was recruited several times by reputable organisations, including the conservatory department of the consortium, but he rejected them and decided to remain a professor and an independent researcher; despite this, he lived very comfortably due to the huge stipend sent by the kingdom treasury for his contribution to historical research. He shocked the entire research world when he decided to retire early and head out to investigate a mysterious ruin from an unknown aeon with an archaeological unit. Felix, who was about 8 when his father left for this ruin, continued to study linguistics from the foundation his father laid for him. He lived in constant fear of news that his father had died, and their househ