The Key In The Fireplace

Part 3: Its All Down Hill From Here

As a Narrator, it is my duty to escort the reader (thats you) on a journey without so much as a peep about the events to come until we have reached said events. However, as a man of morality and modesty, I feel quite obligated to inform you that this is not a fairytale you are reading. This is in fact the opposite. A story of misery and sorrow without as much as a magic rose or mirror in sight. From this point forward I would like to advise the reader (again, thats you) that if they wish to be enchanted by stories of far off places of wonder and excitement, I might suggest a different story. Becuase this part is an illusion. Meerly existing as a warning.

For this part has no Headley Jones Nor a Dreary House nor a Rainy Bank. This part has no people or place or even things for that matter. This part is a footnote. Some advice for the reader. This part isn't meant to be here because the story is meant to shock you. To catch you off guard. But I respect you for your interest in such a story thus far.

So let me offer this secret to you, reader. This is a concerned prelude for the faint of heart. Becuase the part after this is the part where Headley Jones Dies. You have been warned. Read on if you wish. I will no longer attempt to stop you. Carry On.