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Speaker 4: Where to south toward Lancaster. We can pick up highway
Speaker 4: to there? Are we going to Maine? I'm just picking
Speaker 4: a direction where we're not going to be safe here.
Speaker 1: What's in the diary?
Speaker 2: A lot?
Speaker 4: A century has passed and I am only now coming
Speaker 4: to realize the limits of even an immortal's memory. Jesus,
Speaker 4: okay ah, this is absurd, Sylvie.
Speaker 5: This is the national goal. A state of emergency has
Speaker 5: been declared by the governor of New average Waite.
Speaker 4: Are they not letting people through.
Speaker 5: The township of having it's under warrantine until further notice?
Speaker 5: Residents aren't struggling to return to their halls. The shelter
Speaker 5: in place.
Speaker 4: Shit, I'm gonna pull you turn?
Speaker 1: Hang on?
Speaker 4: Where should we go?
Speaker 2: Well?
Speaker 3: I could use a drink?
Speaker 4: Will bar the doors? Well, I guess we'd better get
Speaker 4: to it. Then they'll start reading I I.
Speaker 1: A century has passed and I am only now coming
Speaker 1: to realize the limits of even an immortals memory. My
Speaker 1: life before is a fever dream. The early years of
Speaker 1: this blood does not clearer in my heads, and the
Speaker 1: memories of early childhood disjaunted me. Flashes of images only
Speaker 1: the most salient points, resolving themselves into scenes of folk color.
Speaker 1: And so I must write them down before they lost forever,
Speaker 1: and with them the tenuous connection to my own history.
Speaker 1: Dream images of hysteria, my mother's rough hands, my father
Speaker 1: thus cruel and then dead. Of them, there is but
Speaker 1: Lucia with a terrifying clarity. I see her eyes in
Speaker 1: my mind to the time has won away match. Else
Speaker 1: an image of her running across the field to me,
Speaker 1: rassing against each other on the night of averting, losing
Speaker 1: one child after another to disease or accident. My Lucia,
Speaker 1: her resolve is clear to me, and her voice, that
Speaker 1: lovely melodic voice whispering to me in the night. I
Speaker 1: love you, Eah. Jory the name my mother gave me,
Speaker 1: Jory gran Davalilovitch. Though I never liked the name until
Speaker 1: it was whispered by the one I loved. It was
Speaker 1: the first voice to greet me each morning, the last
Speaker 1: I heard before falling into slumber. It was also the
Speaker 1: final voice I heard as a mortal man, though by
Speaker 1: then it was strained Ralph, broken from.
Speaker 4: Exhaustion, Seria, I will see you in the next life.
Speaker 1: Yet this was Christiania. Chavo tip a koi swoogie baga
Speaker 1: branda halleguyah. At the show the eleventh of October sixteen
Speaker 1: fifty six, Kringer hysteria, our call first the darkness, even
Speaker 1: our blackish knights held their stars. A fire in the field,
Speaker 1: the torch left burning at the entrance to the church,
Speaker 1: a cant lin, the window of an insomniac. But this
Speaker 1: darkness was complete, an ancient darkness. It was the darkness
Speaker 1: from before the world was made. It was into this
Speaker 1: darkness that I was born ah Lucia for mositm for Mositimi.
Speaker 1: But it was no use. The deadness of the air,
Speaker 1: the hardwood planking inches from my face, I believe, and
Speaker 1: that I had been buried alive, with something new stirred
Speaker 1: within me, such a simral farm. I had not possessed
Speaker 1: a desperate trust that seemed to botherm on madness, and
Speaker 1: I could use that madness. So I did ah ah
Speaker 1: in such a way, violently battering at the pine ands
Speaker 1: and whipping at it with bloody fingers, and digging at
Speaker 1: the dirt above did I finally free myself from the
Speaker 1: gray Hello, But no one had witnessed my exit from
Speaker 1: the death. That was just a wind through the graveyard,
Speaker 1: bats flying above the judge belfree. This was my village, Cringer,
Speaker 1: my beloved home. This is where I have been raised,
Speaker 1: had married, had raised my children in their turn. Where
Speaker 1: I became ill, took sick to my bed, the village
Speaker 1: where I had died, and were despite the rods, I
Speaker 1: found myself again, terribly alive. So I was wearing nothing
Speaker 1: but a woolen burry or shroud. I felt little of
Speaker 1: the chill. Still, I thought it best that I'd not
Speaker 1: be found standing over my own grave. I may have
Speaker 1: been a simple man, but I was not stupid, and
Speaker 1: so as quietly as I could, I made my way home.
Speaker 1: As I've walked, I noticed a certain heightening of senses.
Speaker 1: The black night was vibrant's color, A candle in the
Speaker 1: window throwing off in a light for me to pass
Speaker 1: through the streets With that, tripping over my own chateau,
Speaker 1: I could sense the bats in the sky overhead, hunting
Speaker 1: and the stars. I had never seen such an undress night.
Speaker 1: They lit the firmament, burned as one hundred thousand suns,
Speaker 1: galaxies filing and exploding. I was stopped in my tracks
Speaker 1: by the beauty of it all, but continued on the
Speaker 1: root of my heart to my Lucia. When I entered
Speaker 1: the house, I was assaulted by the smells of it.
Speaker 1: Cold ashes in the chimney, old cooking smells, and something
Speaker 1: earthier beneath it, something that excited my senses, something human,
Speaker 1: something alive, the stale sweat of bodies that have worked,
Speaker 1: the salt of urine and tears, but deeper saliva, sour breath,
Speaker 1: and deeper iron copper.
Speaker 5: Lord.
Speaker 1: I was drawn to it, as it seemed also to
Speaker 1: me the source of these soft sobs. Then I was
Speaker 1: standing above her, Lucia, my heart now lying disheveled on
Speaker 1: my desk bed, clutching at the straightback blankets, weeping. I
Speaker 1: stood staring down at her in the dark, realizing that
Speaker 1: perhaps she could not see me in return, and so
Speaker 1: I spoke to her, my love, to not your friend, Lucia,
Speaker 1: who are you?
Speaker 5: You?
Speaker 4: You carry my dead husband's.
Speaker 1: Wis I am your husband? It is sure Are you
Speaker 1: a spirit? No, love, I am here in the flash
Speaker 1: here feel feel your hands are so cold? Husband, Yes,
Speaker 1: the night is cold, and I wear nothing but a
Speaker 1: muddy shroud. Will let me start the fire? No, darling,
Speaker 1: Let me lie down beside you. That will be fond
Speaker 1: of enough. Come then, you are shivering? You're very cold?
Speaker 1: Are you afraid?
Speaker 4: I do not know how you came to be here?
Speaker 1: I buried you eight hours ago. Does it matter how
Speaker 1: I came to be here? Will you say the Lord's
Speaker 1: prayer with me? Do you believe me to be a devil?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 4: No, I just wish for the comfort of the Lord.
Speaker 1: In this moment, I could hear a pulse thickening, could
Speaker 1: smell it pumping in her veins. Hot sweet. It was
Speaker 1: this moment when I first fully realized the terrible thirst,
Speaker 1: as if mine, our body had been drained of its fluids,
Speaker 1: as if I were dry bones in the bed next
Speaker 1: to this vibrant the animal. All I needed to do
Speaker 1: was to bite, attend the flesh of her neck. And
Speaker 1: what is it, dear, my love? I think that perhaps
Speaker 1: perhaps I am not the same man you bear it today?
Speaker 1: After all? What do you mean? I must remove myself
Speaker 1: from here from you until I can better understand why
Speaker 1: I work this night? Your husband? What are you doing
Speaker 1: dressing living this house? Why? Because you're in the angel
Speaker 1: to s here? I dressed as quickly as possible, grab
Speaker 1: my old cloak from a peg on the wall, down
Speaker 1: to her, sitting in a pile of bed clothes, staring
Speaker 1: at my silhouette lost. I wish you were don't know
Speaker 1: when who saw me? Where are you going? Far far away?
Speaker 1: Will you return? Not as your husband? And we said
Speaker 1: my after life began. The first order of business was sleeking,
Speaker 1: this horrible first that had overtaken me. I found my
Speaker 1: way to the wheelich well. My body passed with expectation
Speaker 1: as I pulled up a bucket full of cold water.
Speaker 1: I bought the bucket to my mouth and drank deeply,
Speaker 1: but realizing if the water tasted of ash, bunt and
Speaker 1: my throat churned my stomach and once more it would
Speaker 1: not stay down. Damn it. I did not have time
Speaker 1: to recover before I was interrupted. You is everything all right? Friend?
Speaker 1: I turned to find my neighbor, brass Lover, a large
Speaker 1: stupid man, who have myself frequently bickering with over trifles
Speaker 1: needless to say he was surprised to find me there,
Speaker 1: you recranto Aliovik Brusselva, my friend, stay away, devil, quiet,
Speaker 1: listen to me the devil. The devil has come to Cringer.
Speaker 1: Braut's laving you, damny did rise neighbors help? I moved
Speaker 1: forward to quiet him. But as I got close, I
Speaker 1: felt it his pulse, the heat coming off him, the
Speaker 1: smell of iron in his blood, and I knew the
Speaker 1: cause of my ters. Before I knew what was happening,
Speaker 1: I was on him, my it suddenly aching sharp, found
Speaker 1: his throat and pressed the flesh, yielding with a gentle pop.
Speaker 1: The hot blood flood in my mouth. I'll sing down
Speaker 1: my throat, feeling my empty stomach. Before my thirst was
Speaker 1: fully vanquished. Though he was dead. The spigot what's closed,
Speaker 1: And it seemed my time in Cringer was up.
Speaker 4: Murderer, murderer.
Speaker 1: I did not pause. Immediately, I ran, and I called
Speaker 1: muscles heating and nourished my birth's love as hot blood.
Speaker 1: I was revived, really fully revived from my time in
Speaker 1: his grave, more alive, it seems, than I had ever been.
Speaker 1: As I left the town of my Berth's behind and
Speaker 1: entered into the great forest of the night. I would
Speaker 1: not return for a long long time, and so I
Speaker 1: ran faster than I had ever run, a wolf uneagal,
Speaker 1: long past the time that the village's voices dropped away
Speaker 1: through the deep wood. I felt a mad sort of
Speaker 1: CLEAs I cut through the cold air, I radiated heat.
Speaker 1: Finally I found the rods that cut through the heart
Speaker 1: of my country, the trade road, and I continued on,
Speaker 1: avoiding the occasional trader's encampment. I ran for hours that night.
Speaker 1: What stopped me finally was the appearance of the light
Speaker 1: in the east. It occurlled to me in that moment
Speaker 1: to ask the question what was I becoming? What, in fact,
Speaker 1: had I already become in life? I never had the
Speaker 1: thought even to ask. I was the son of a Stonemason,
Speaker 1: and so became a Stonemason myself, I was a husband
Speaker 1: of was a Christian. TI faster way of our lives.
Speaker 1: There was no doubt about it. It seems had broken
Speaker 1: all of the responds. And now where now I was
Speaker 1: awakened into a body transformed hungry, the charge of wonders,
Speaker 1: of fiends who fed in the night, against whom he
Speaker 1: hung crucifixes, wreaths of garlic. Was I such a fiend? Now?
Speaker 1: I hadn't been alive in this form an hour when
Speaker 1: I killed my first man. Ra's love was a fool,
Speaker 1: but our disagreements had always been minor. He was no
Speaker 1: enemy of mine, and I quite tortlessly trained his life away.
Speaker 1: Perhaps I deserved to die, and wasn't some light of
Speaker 1: weapon against creatures such as myself. I sat on a
Speaker 1: large stone on the side of the road and allowed
Speaker 1: my situation to sink in, and as it did so
Speaker 1: rose a sudden wave of grief. Not to my shame
Speaker 1: for Proslova left head on the public swearing linger, nor
Speaker 1: even for my policier, by now had surely heard of
Speaker 1: our husband's horrible crime. No, I moan for Tchory Grandalliedovitch,
Speaker 1: the stone Mason, the husband the Christian mourned his short,
Speaker 1: unremarkable life and his forgettable death. I mourned for his
Speaker 1: eternal soul too, Now that he had taken the life
Speaker 1: of an innocent, if stupid man, I had committed a
Speaker 1: mortal sin, the worst of them all. The Holy Father
Speaker 1: would not forgive me. I thought too, in that moment
Speaker 1: that perhaps the most Christian thing I could do was
Speaker 1: to remove myself from the great filthy wash of the world.
Speaker 1: Perhaps the sun would burn me away along with the
Speaker 1: morning dew. And so I sat there on the side
Speaker 1: of the road, over within raw dust and dried blood,
Speaker 1: and watched as the sky grew lighter, from indigo to
Speaker 1: red to orange. I shivered as the horizon grew bright.
Speaker 1: I closed my eyes as the first rays of sunlight
Speaker 1: raised across the land and touched my face, and did
Speaker 1: nothing but form my eyelids. I would not get an
Speaker 1: easy way out. If I were going to die, I'd
Speaker 1: have to commit another mortal sin, suicide. And so the
Speaker 1: next phase of my existence began in earnest. At first
Speaker 1: I kept to the forests and fields, subsiding on nourishment.
Speaker 1: I could keep from the birds or rodents caught in
Speaker 1: handmade snails, and then with the theft of a strong
Speaker 1: bow and they quiver full of arrows larger game. But
Speaker 1: his hands yielded little in way of sustaining blood. I
Speaker 1: had never been a great hunter, and evens dear that
Speaker 1: I did occasionally manage to injure and run down, would
Speaker 1: only heard so much. For the heart stopped when drained
Speaker 1: into flasks would keep me a couple of nights before
Speaker 1: becoming putrid. Finally, the horrible burning thirst. That way any
Speaker 1: spiritual guilt that murder may have caused, and so I
Speaker 1: began to make little moral calculations. I moved north into Austria, and,
Speaker 1: traveling from town to town, began to pray on live stock,
Speaker 1: a lost lamb here, and aarn cats her, a sheep
Speaker 1: dog himself gone astray. I tried to be as careful
Speaker 1: as possible, never visiting the same place twice. One lamb
Speaker 1: gone missing can be overlooked, but two three would draw
Speaker 1: unwonted attention. I had seen for a time the fate
Speaker 1: of before live stock thieves. Though it lay varying from
Speaker 1: town to town, it almost always ended at the wrong
Speaker 1: end of a blade. I had no wish to meet
Speaker 1: death the second time. In this way, I made a
Speaker 1: sort of miserable parts for myself, skulking in the shadows,
Speaker 1: looking off my shoulders, cold and damp boots, perpetually care
Speaker 1: to his mud, a lone wolf cast out from its society.
Speaker 1: I was not content, of course, but had committed myself
Speaker 1: to the ideas that my cursed blood meant said, I've
Speaker 1: somehow deserved my misery. The dive was a shadow, a wraith,
Speaker 1: a sneaking, sneveling's teeth in the night, A man who
Speaker 1: will look his life and now his dignity, which seemed
Speaker 1: to stink the first. But there was yet more for
Speaker 1: me to learn on my night journey. It was in ends,
Speaker 1: such strange old fortress of the cities that I found
Speaker 1: my mentor. I was sticking through the detritus in anarly
Speaker 1: while looking for a rats ness to prey upon. When
Speaker 1: he passed from the door of the near by heaven.
Speaker 1: A large man, gray builded and pot belly, threw a
Speaker 1: smaller man out of the door and onto the damp cobbles,
Speaker 1: walking out and towering over him as he scraped and begged.
Speaker 1: My apologies happened?
Speaker 4: I did not know it was your person, HyET, you dog,
Speaker 4: I have returned at my lord.
Speaker 1: I only stole it so that my daughters couldn't say
Speaker 1: it quiet. He had d wrn a knife and pierced
Speaker 1: the man's guts before he had been able to make
Speaker 1: his case. Could not feel your daughter's in nowver. With that,
Speaker 1: he wrapped his blade on the dying man's shirt and
Speaker 1: walked back inside. I waited for someone to restrain the attacker,
Speaker 1: to call out for the guard. A murder had just
Speaker 1: been committed, but anyone who had witnessed the event turned
Speaker 1: and went about their business, refusing to encomboy his slaughter
Speaker 1: treat back into the tavern, and I was left alone
Speaker 1: in the arry with a man who was quickly being
Speaker 1: emptied upon the ground. I moved quickly to his side,
Speaker 1: sticky sweet smell of his blood mixed with the filth
Speaker 1: and shet of the alley, and the stink of fear
Speaker 1: in his sweater as he lay dying, making my mind
Speaker 1: re with the trust. But there was business to attend
Speaker 1: to you. Who was that man? He looked up at me?
Speaker 1: Days and half dead?
Speaker 7: Are you an angel?
Speaker 1: Who was that man? That is Herr Bernheim? Who is he?
Speaker 1: He is a merchant? M is he ferthy? Yes? What
Speaker 1: I took he wouldn't have noticed. Will you? Will you
Speaker 1: go to my daughters and please tell them that I
Speaker 1: loved them? I'm sorry, but no, I would not raise
Speaker 1: such a gift. I've finished the move, allow as the
Speaker 1: taste of hot human blood to once again fill me.
Speaker 1: For once I had no fear of reprisal. After all,
Speaker 1: the man's death was inevitable and protected against consequence because
Speaker 1: the mother had been committed by a fatcy man. At
Speaker 1: that moment, a fire burnt brightly in my skull, casting
Speaker 1: all the shadows of the previous months. The next morning,
Speaker 1: after scrubbing myself as clean as possible, making inquiries about
Speaker 1: the whereabouts of Belnheim's offices, I made my way towards
Speaker 1: them and opened his heavy wooden door into a large
Speaker 1: room filled with clocks hunched over large lettres. Come in
Speaker 1: and shut the door.
Speaker 7: You're letting in the cold.
Speaker 1: No One buzzed looking up, and the wife would say
Speaker 1: I was nobody. I made my way up to the
Speaker 1: largest table in the room, where a gray head man said,
Speaker 1: checking figures. Excuse me, sir, yes, what is it? I
Speaker 1: wish to speak to Herbhenheim? Who is asking for him?
Speaker 1: Jorek Grando le Levitch?
Speaker 7: Who are you a beggar? Herb Bahrenheim does not suffer
Speaker 7: beggars at his door?
Speaker 1: I am not. Then?
Speaker 5: Who are you?
Speaker 7: I am looking for a job. Do you understand mathematics?
Speaker 1: I do not? Can you write? No? Are you a sailor?
Speaker 1: I am not?
Speaker 7: Young man what can you do?
Speaker 2: I can't kill hmm. Wait here, young man, be respectful
Speaker 2: for your own good.
Speaker 1: Thank you, don't just stands there, enter and shut the
Speaker 1: door behind you. What are you doing here? I wish
Speaker 1: to ask for a job, yes.
Speaker 6: Kloud said, is much what you have suggested is a
Speaker 6: very nasty sort of job against the loss of men,
Speaker 6: not to mention God's law.
Speaker 1: So why should I not have my men arrest you
Speaker 1: here and take you down to the city jail. Perhaps
Speaker 1: what you say is true Habanheim, Bobby. If that is
Speaker 1: the case, why not bring yourself to the jail. Excuse me?
Speaker 1: Last night I happened to witness you handling a thief.
Speaker 1: You believe that you can come into my office and
Speaker 1: blackmail me? You are sadly mistaken, young man.
Speaker 6: Do you believe that anyone would dare hold me to
Speaker 6: account in this city which I hold it? It's the
Speaker 6: palm of my hand.
Speaker 1: You misunderstand, Sir?
Speaker 6: Educate me then, before I slit your throat for impertinence.
Speaker 1: I do not wish to blackmail you, sir. I recognize
Speaker 1: that a man of your stature has a certain obligation
Speaker 1: to protect his business interests. Go on, I'm merely suggesting
Speaker 1: that perhaps you should not have to dirty your hands.
Speaker 1: So I wish to be your hand. And what makes
Speaker 1: you think I need such a man on my payroom?
Speaker 1: What makes you think that I don't already employ such men? Sir?
Speaker 1: I do not need your money. So you wish no
Speaker 1: payment for your services? I did not say that. Then
Speaker 1: what you saying as payment? I wish only to learn
Speaker 1: more of your trade? In exchange, I will collect any
Speaker 1: debt audio, no matter how unwilling the data. I will
Speaker 1: clear your part of anyone who against your goals. Anyone
Speaker 1: at any time. You needn't even know that they are gone.
Speaker 1: You will only know that your business is made easier,
Speaker 1: and you wish to learn the trade. That is all,
Speaker 1: no payment. Perhaps since the future and you find my
Speaker 1: service is useful, you will reconsider. But for now, all
Speaker 1: I ask for is knowledge. What is your name? I
Speaker 1: am sure a grando, sir at your service where you're
Speaker 1: a grandle.
Speaker 8: I do believe that we are in business, and so
Speaker 8: I found gain for employment under the tutelage of our
Speaker 8: breath Burnheim.
Speaker 1: The work was simple enough, collections and retributions. So many
Speaker 1: were indebted to burn On, so many government officials in trial.
Speaker 1: I'd seen power the phone in its basis for physical violence,
Speaker 1: which I myself excelled at. But Bernheim taught me true power,
Speaker 1: that of the purse. So I ran nextport business. His
Speaker 1: true business was control of men. I was very little
Speaker 1: that troubled me in these years. I was a shadow
Speaker 1: that stopped the night and then walking down a side
Speaker 1: street one evening, flushed with the blood of another poor data,
Speaker 1: I suddenly called out to from the dark of Narryway.
Speaker 1: I stopped, searched the darkness, and in it found the
Speaker 1: purse liver of a man dressed in wrecks. I stopped
Speaker 1: and considered him as he scouted out of the shadows
Speaker 1: towards me. What do you want of me, beggar, I
Speaker 1: haven't any money to give you. Oh, I doubt that
Speaker 1: very much.
Speaker 9: You pocketed my own money weeks ago, and then I
Speaker 9: begged for my.
Speaker 1: You took it. You seem to be living it as
Speaker 1: we speak, stranger.
Speaker 9: This is not a life when your trains have loved
Speaker 9: for me. You loved enough for me to live, but
Speaker 9: only for a bit, and then the fever took me.
Speaker 10: I died, raving in my bed, covered in sweat, and blood,
Speaker 10: cursing your name, grandle, I know that.
Speaker 1: You are devil, and.
Speaker 2: What is that?
Speaker 1: You are? Rafiend, a bloodsucker, a.
Speaker 10: Dead man walking around like the living, borrowing time from hell.
Speaker 1: It was not enough that you took my money, my life,
Speaker 1: but you have made me like you. What do you
Speaker 1: want from me? I want joy? And I'm afraid that's
Speaker 1: A man attacked me with a false that I have
Speaker 1: not been counted in any other living man. A sharpened
Speaker 1: steak in his hand, we grappled the zak of wrestling
Speaker 1: the angel. He bit and scratched, punched and kicked. He
Speaker 1: very nearly had the best of me when I managed
Speaker 1: to wrest the instrument from his hand and plunged it
Speaker 1: down into his chest.
Speaker 9: Ah.
Speaker 1: He could no longer speak, which, to be honest, was positive.
Speaker 1: But Safary, hatred in his eyes, scorched me and then
Speaker 1: was extinguished. Was I responsible for the rifts that had
Speaker 1: attacked me? Did I infect him with my own curse?
Speaker 1: And if I had, how many others were as her
Speaker 1: out there waiting to take her revenge? For many months
Speaker 1: I feared looked behind me asself went about my nightly business,
Speaker 1: but no one came for me. I. Like all fears,
Speaker 1: this one eventually softened, and so I went on. As
Speaker 1: months passed, in two years, I learned to read, to write.
Speaker 1: I began picking up out other languages of trade, Dutch
Speaker 1: and English, French and Spanish, the languages of the far
Speaker 1: East and the subcontinent. As I came further and further
Speaker 1: into Bernheim's trust, I became privy to his balance sheets
Speaker 1: and correspondences. What a witness for the wild verb that
Speaker 1: spread across the whole of Europe and into the East,
Speaker 1: as well as across the Atlantic into the colonies. There
Speaker 1: After a time, I began to make money myself, reinvesting
Speaker 1: it in to his businesses. I was no longer a
Speaker 1: lowly enforcer. I was in his confidence. Fully his right
Speaker 1: hand feeled in my own right across the continent at
Speaker 1: his behast. I changed my name from its Yesterian roots,
Speaker 1: anglicized it djuryel Levitch became Jerry Havoc. It was this
Speaker 1: name I found myself written into his will many decades later.
Speaker 1: This is too generous, albright nonsense.
Speaker 6: I never had children of my own if he didn't
Speaker 6: go to use it or be left to the scavengers.
Speaker 1: But with you.
Speaker 6: The company will continue in the manor I have chosen,
Speaker 6: and I do believe that with you it will be
Speaker 6: carried forth for a very very long time.
Speaker 1: I hope said that to you justice what you must
Speaker 1: tell me? You're a grandle.
Speaker 6: While all around you have each grown ill, lost tooth
Speaker 6: and limb, you have remained unchanged these last twenty years.
Speaker 6: You must have heard the whispers about you from within
Speaker 6: the company and without How have you maintained your youth?
Speaker 1: I suppose that is my pioty nonsense. There is no
Speaker 1: piety in you. What is your real question? Our brag Ah?
Speaker 1: You s the devil? Ah? No, my friend, I am
Speaker 1: not the shame. I would have liked to have had
Speaker 1: your favor. And I make it to Hell alas alas
Speaker 1: where you then touched by the devil? I do not
Speaker 1: know if it was an agent of Heaven, no Hell,
Speaker 1: who drew me out of my grave. It is the
Speaker 1: singular mystery of my life. It is just as well.
Speaker 1: But let me give you a warning, Grundle.
Speaker 6: Yes, it is good for men to fear you, but
Speaker 6: if they fear you too much, they will try to
Speaker 6: end you. You cannot continue to remain young as those
Speaker 6: around you crumble to dust. If they find out what
Speaker 6: you truly are, they will kill you.
Speaker 1: What's central Ago.
Speaker 6: They have offices all over the world which have not
Speaker 6: seen your visage. Go to the London officers and announce
Speaker 6: yourself is the son of Jerry Havoc, come to manage
Speaker 6: local affairs after a time, announced that your father is dead,
Speaker 6: and continuum as junior.
Speaker 1: In this way you will be able to move around
Speaker 1: the world unmolested, Sacha Albrac, how sensible.
Speaker 6: But if you are ever challenged, violently crush that rebellion,
Speaker 6: they will fear your name, and they will fear mine
Speaker 6: too long after I am gone, Yes for you, relieve
Speaker 6: my name on the company. Of course, leave me now
Speaker 6: you must sleep, go out and conquer in my name.
Speaker 1: San of course, my first order of business upon taking
Speaker 1: control of his company was to change its name from
Speaker 1: Bernheim and Trading Partners too, so Havoc Trading Company. And
Speaker 1: so it was forward to London, where my life as
Speaker 1: he Much and Prince would begin.
Speaker 3: Havoctown was created by me Aaron Manke. The show was
Speaker 3: written and directed by Nicholas Takoski. This episode was edited
Speaker 3: and sound designed by Nomes Griffin. Starring Jewels State as
Speaker 3: Coreine Avis, James Callous as Jerry Havoc, Felicia Day as
Speaker 3: Sylvie Harris, with additional voice acting from Hannah Fearman, David Caprita,
Speaker 3: Gabriel Menak, Charlie, David Newell, Beverly Bremer's, Jack Lafferty, Jay Jones,
Speaker 3: Darren Heemes, David Davrees, and Aaron Mankey. This season is
Speaker 3: directed by Nicholas Takowski, with assistant directors Sarah Klein and
Speaker 3: Jake Diamond, casting by Sunday Bowling CSA and Meg Mormon CSA.
Speaker 3: Production coordinator Wayna Calderon. Our theme song was created by
Speaker 3: Chris Childs executive producers Aaron Mankey, Trevor Young, and Matt Frederick,
Speaker 3: with supervising producer Rima Lkali and producers Nomes Griffin and
Speaker 3: Jesse Funk. Havoctown is set in the Bridgewater Audio Universe,
Speaker 3: which includes the hit fiction podcasts Bridgewater and Consumed. Learn
Speaker 3: more about both shows, as well as Havoctown at grimandmild
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