The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

It was almost evening when Siles left the church.

The setting sun, which had just fallen for the first time, hangs unsteadily in a corner of the sky, and the dim light makes the whole world look extraordinarily barren.The cool autumn evening breeze caressed Sirius' cheek.He saw some fallen leaves on the street being picked up by the wind, and then scattered aimlessly.

Carriages and people passed him; so did the world.

Siles took the public carriage and returned to La Mifah University in silence.His heart was full of confusion and uneasiness, and he thought of the painting by the painter on the edge of Atherton Square.Overcast skies and beautiful Lamifa architecture.

He felt as if countless hands were reaching out to this seemingly impregnable city.

...but life must go on.

Siles had a meal in the cafeteria of La Mifa University, and then returned to the dormitory.When they reached the second floor, Lorenzo opened the door and greeted Siles sleepily.

"good afternoon."

Siles glanced at him, paused, and said, "Good evening."

Lorenzo looked at the sky outside the window, showing a shocked expression, and muttered, "It's already so late." He waved his hand at Siles, "Then I'm going to eat, and I just have a rest tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow is Monday."

Lorenzo looked at Siles in disbelief, then took two steps back: "Oh, then I'll continue to sleep."

Siles: "..."

He was speechless, said goodbye to Lorenzo, and went back to the third floor.

After taking a shower and washing his clothes, he sat down at the desk and took out the two items he brought back from the church in the past—Bunyan's shield fragment and the manuscript of "Karakak's Diary".

In the short term, this palm-sized shield fragment, like the brooch presented to him by Grenfell, must become an item he carries with him.

Fortunately, this piece of metal decoration is only the size of a palm, so it doesn't look cumbersome even in the pocket of casual clothes.

As the October market and the birthday of the gods approached, Siles felt that the city of Ramifa was gradually becoming chaotic and dangerous; everyone seemed to have ulterior motives.Not to mention, there are many people with mysterious powers involved.

Siles reached out to touch the scratches and dents on the metal.That is the trace of the battle.

... At this moment, Siles couldn't help but think of the last introductory course half a month ago, their unexpected encounter with Ernestine's guards in that apartment building.

When the guard fired, Sirius used the [flowing wind] ritual, causing the wind to blind his eyes and cause the muzzle to deflect.

But Siles knew very well that he had another choice at that time—to use the dice to make a judgment.

There are three ways to use the dice to judge.

The first is himself, Sirius Noel's status as a university professor.The dice will automatically jump out of the judgment when he encounters an event related to extraordinary power. This is mandatory, and Siles has no control over the result.

The second is the character cards in the original running group plot, such as Captain Banyan, Doctor Chester, etc.When they have a dialogue with Siles, the dice will make a mandatory decision.The result of this judgment is also out of Celes' control.

The third situation is something that Siles has never tried before - take the initiative to make a judgment on someone.

That premonition lingered in his heart all the time, and as time went by, he gradually had a clear realization.He realized that, in this case, he could even control the dice.

The result of this active judgment is controllable.

The more powerless an ordinary person is, the more dice points Siles can control; the more enlightener or follower of the old gods who possess extraordinary power, the less areas Siles can control.

Take their encounter in that old apartment building as an example. At the moment when the shooter fired, Siles could make a judgment on his shooting behavior, and the attributes of the judgment were also chosen by Siles.

If Siles chooses to determine the gunner's constitution (this attribute includes eyesight, which corresponds to the accuracy of the bullet), his constitution is 30.

During the judgment process, it seemed as if all the numbers from 0-100 would be unfolded in front of Sires.

If the shooter was an ordinary person without any supernatural powers at all, then Siles could choose any number from so many numbers.He could easily make the dice roll more than 30 points, resulting in the failure of the physical fitness judgment this time, and thus preventing the gunner's bullet from hitting the target.

If the shooter is a revelation, then many of these numbers are gray, and he has no choice but to choose as much as possible from the rest that is beneficial to him.

If the shooter is a powerful reveal, those numbers could leave a dozen, a few, or even the only option.

...Although it has flaws and is not omnipotent, such power is already strong enough.

Siles knows well that when his strength grows, even when facing a powerful apocalypse, there will be more and more numbers to choose from, and more and more destiny trajectories will unfold in front of him .

Such a powerful force.But Siles used the simple ritual of [flowing wind].

Siles closed his eyes slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose—a habit he had acquired when he realized that the pince-nez left a red mark on the bridge of his nose.Now, the gesture keeps him calm.

He was less willing to use the power of the dice.On the one hand, the source of this power was unclear, which made him feel vigilant; on the other hand, the power itself and how to use it made Siles feel dangerous.

He could indeed choose to judge the shooter's actions at that moment.That was an ordinary person, and he could easily make that shot miss the target, or even misfire.

He can even manipulate fate, throw a big failure, cause the gun to go off and kill the shooter directly... that's all possible.

But too much power will bring an unparalleled allure, as if he can really control the fate of human beings and even the world.But in fact, he is just a new enlightener, an ordinary person.

Siles never felt that he "deserved" to control the fate of others.He even knew that he was an ordinary human being, and he was worried that he would be immersed in such a simple and powerful power, that he would get lost in it and become arrogant and unobtrusive.

Therefore, he would rather use the embarrassing mediocre ritual of [Flowing Wind].

But from another perspective, Siles still kept this power in his heart.He is unwilling to take the initiative to use it, but if there is a time when he needs to use this power...

Then Siles would not be so pretentious that he would really catch him without a fight.

Siles opened his eyes, put the gift of Knight Commander Benyan aside, put on his glasses, and opened the manuscript of "Karakak's Diary".

Both the ink and the paper looked new, as if they had just been transcribed recently.

These were the last ten years of the homeless Karakak.He has been wandering in the Sardinian Empire, and finally died on the way, just like those wandering poets who are destined to die in a foreign land.

In his diary, he stopped in different cities and met different people: circus, beggars, prostitutes, tavern proprietresses, small vendors, porters, wandering poets, merchants, noble stewards, servants, grooms...

On the whole, his diary depicts a lot of the bottom society of the Sardinian Empire.If Alfonso Carlyle saw such information, he might be so excited that his eyes would light up.

But for Siles, it was just for him to read it a few times with great interest.

He noticed certain elements in Karacak's diary.

For example, in the bottom society of the Sardinian Empire, people believed in gods with a simple and ordinary idea of ​​"hoping that the gods will let me out of the sea of ​​suffering", but they may not be so pious.

Sometimes, they even make verbal jokes about the gods.

And this attitude is inseparable from the customs and culture of the Sardinian Empire itself, the demise of the gods in the Silent Period, and the fact that the lower-level residents know little about the power of the gods, etc.But at least, this has been regarded as a very obvious trend.

On the level of popular culture, there are fewer and fewer elements of gods, and people pay more and more attention to practical daily life.Economic disputes, family conflicts, daily work, recreational activities, etc., have gradually replaced the status of "praising the gods".

This feeds back a related trend in the Silent Period literature.

For another example, wandering poets were not actually the only mysterious group that Karakak had seen during his ten-year wandering.

In the circus, he met a female astrologer who claimed to be able to see the orbits of the stars; in the alley, he met a tavern that sold drinks that could keep people sane.

When he was working as a temporary worker at the port and helping to carry some goods from the sea, he once encountered some strange marine life and antiques, which were taken away by certain customers.

Karakak worked as a temporary porter in a port of the Sardinian Empire for three months.He himself didn't know what port in which city he was in.He never paid attention to cities when he was wandering, except some famous big cities.

The port he arrived at that time was obviously a small port in a small city, and the daily cargo throughput was not very large, so Karakak could often rest.Taking advantage of this rest time, he will write down some of his experiences and thoughts when handling goods at the port.

He complained about the heaviness and the strange smell of the goods, and he complained about the odd demands of the mysterious clients, such as making them wear heavy clothes when carrying them, not to have direct access to the goods, and not to be able to sneak a peek into the boxes. What exactly is the cargo.

Karakak remembered this incident clearly, mainly because a porter couldn't control his curiosity and really saw what was in the box.

At the beginning, this person was not unusual, and even proudly said that he saw it, it was a strange creature from the deep sea.But that night, the man went crazy.

When Siles saw this passage, he couldn't help feeling chills in his heart.He seemed to vaguely understand what those goods were, but he also had a strange feeling.

...cargo from the ocean?biology?

The only god related to the ocean in this world is Amois, the god of warriors and pirates. If you have to say it, Trisley, the god of mountains and rivers, can also be considered a sidekick.

However, neither seems to have much to do with the described goods.

But... Siles thought, at least in the Principality of Const, he seemed to have never heard anything related to the ocean.It seems that this is an extremely landlocked country, separated from the ocean by a large distance.

But it may also be because the fog has blocked the road of the Principality of Const's external exploration, so that they can only stay on the original land and develop lingeringly.

Siles sighed involuntarily.

Another thing that Siles is more concerned about is the hometown of Karakak.

As Siles once guessed, Karakak's homeland was indeed shrouded in mist.And it was precisely because of this that he had to leave his hometown and wander around the Sardinian Empire.

The mist covering its homeland actually happened when Karakak was still young.So, in his diary for the last ten years of his life, Karakak didn't mention it much, just kept talking about two elements.

"Before that happened, I kept having nightmares, like a strange omen." "For ant nests, even young children can be easily destroyed."

nightmare.children.

Siles couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Previously, what he had obtained was only the part of the information about Karakak's contact with the wandering poet, which only mentioned the metaphor of children and ant nests.

But now, when he really got all the content and saw that Karakak mentioned the two elements of nightmares and children, Siles suddenly thought of the manuscript of the painter Leon and his dreams.

Fog, sea.Islands, dolls.Stars, red clay.

Siles looked up almost subconsciously, looking at the wooden doll on the windowsill.He still clearly remembered that on the second night when he also dreamed of this scene, his impression of that doll was: a little girl.

And the nightmare Karakak mentioned...

Before the fall of Akamala, the god of dreams and illusions, he caused the entire world of humans to have three days of nightmares.

Siles pondered in his mind, is there any relationship between Karakak's nightmare and Akamala's fall?If so, what does the Mists that descend after the nightmare have to do with the fall of Akamala?

The fall of the gods will bring fog?Or is it the other way around, that the fog makes the gods fall, is that a way of attacking the gods?

If the mist has nothing to do with the fall of the gods, and the appearance of the two is just a coincidence, then why does the mist appear in different places in this world?

Siles was puzzled.Perhaps, he thought, he could look up the exact time of Akamala's fall, so he could compare it with when Karacak began wandering.

But at the same time, he also began to suspect that he encountered something that might be related to Akamala again, so would he dream of that strange scene again tonight?

. . . he wished with all his heart that he would not.

Even though Grenfell said that it might be the "pure power" of the gods, and even Sirius himself might possess that kind of power, he still felt that he still knew too little about the power of the gods and the power of the revealer up.

In terms of Sirius' prudence, he actually doesn't want to explore the so-called "pure power of the gods" now.

But it seems that this matter is not something he can decide.

His mind wandered briefly for a moment before returning to Karakak's journal.

He calculated the time in his mind.

Wandering poets appeared in the Sardinian Empire from 3 to 400 years of the Silence Period.And Karakak is almost the same as the wandering of the last ten years of life that started around 370 of the Silent Era.

In a sense, they spent the last days of each other together.

Siles sighed slightly, then closed the diary.Reading this diary brought him some unexpected gains. For example, the fall of the gods seems to be vaguely related to the mist.

The mist appeared and the gods fell.Both of these things happened during the Silence Period.The beginning of the Silence Period was the fall of a god.

At this time, Siles suddenly had a problem.

In the known information, everyone agrees that all the gods fell in the Silent Era.This is something that is recognized by the world and forms a public memory.

If someone asks, "Did gods fall before the Silent Era", then he may get an inexplicable look in his eyes, and an emotional answer, "But everyone knows that the gods fell during the Silent Era".

However, the fact is that many gods have disappeared during the Shadow Age, such as Lygardia and Ruthmi.Moreover, the time of the fall of many gods is uncertain.

Why did they disappear?Did all of them really fall in the Silent Period?Why didn't the fall of the gods happen in the Shadow Age?

Siles thought for a moment, and then felt that it was pointless to think about it like this.He can learn about the history of the mysterious Shadow Age.He remembered... Kellogg's major was the history of the Shadow Age.

This student from the Principality of Kansas had already helped Siles a lot before.Maybe this time Siles would have to ask her for help again.

Siles thought so.

By the time he looked up and suddenly escaped from Karakak's diary world, it was past ten o'clock.The silent night by the window revealed a lonely and cold atmosphere.

The window is slightly open, and occasionally a cool breeze blows in.Siles took off his glasses, got up and closed the window, then packed his things, washed and fell asleep.

To his surprise, he didn't dream, let alone the sea in the strange mist.

Siles curled up the quilt on the bed in a daze for a while, then thought, maybe the first possibility that Grenfell said is true?Perhaps, he just daydreams and dreams at night, and was overly nervous because of Leon's manuscript?

Not knowing whether it was because of relief or loss, Siles breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up early to wash up, and his biological clock kept his wake-up time stable at seven o'clock in the morning as always.

It's Monday morning.He had no classes on Mondays, and since finishing his introductory course at the Historical Society, he had no Monday afternoons scheduled.This gave him more free time.

While washing, Siles thought about his arrangements for the day.Apart from writing novels, writing papers, and reading academic journals, he didn't think of anything he could do for a while.

After a while, when he was flipping through his draft at the desk, he suddenly thought of a problem that had arisen from Karakak's diary yesterday: the exact time of Akamala's fall.

It wasn't too difficult to find, and Siles believed that the history monographs in the library related to the Silence would definitely mention this matter.

So, he went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then went straight to the library.

He asked about Mrs. Langman's monograph on the history of Mo Moji, and Mrs. Langman pointed him to the borrowing area on the second floor.Siles found what he needed in a thick tome on the second floor.

"The god of dreams and illusions, the beautiful rainbow bubble, Akamala. He fell in 356 years of the Silent Era, at the turn of autumn and winter when everything began to wither."

356 years.Siles thought dazedly.

And it was the end of 356 when Karacak started wandering!

Through the glass lens, Siles silently stared at the little "356" touched by his fingertips.He thought, this might not be a big discovery, but it shocked him unexpectedly.

If Akamala really fell near Karakak's hometown, and as Sirius once thought, Karakak's hometown is not far from the Duchy of Const, or even in the Duchy of Const, then...

Why did the painter Leon come into contact with the power of Akamala in the Principality of Const, it seems that it is not incomprehensible.

Siles was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath.

In fact, he still has many mysteries that he has not understood, but he has indeed discovered something, and there is a thread, which is faintly connected because of "Karacak's Diary" and Leon's manuscript.

Those... hidden in the fog of history, stories and coincidences; puzzles and truths; choices and life and death.

"...Oh, Sirius, I didn't expect to see you here." A lowered voice sounded in Sirius' ear.

For a moment, Sirius thanked the voice, thanked him for pulling himself out of those chaotic, large, complex and mysterious thoughts.He felt a slight relief.

Then, he looked up at the person who came, and showed a slight smile: "Professor Bright."

The short and stout Professor Bright sat down opposite Siles, looked around, and found that there was no one in the reading room on the second floor of the library at the moment, so his voice was no longer as soft as whispering.

He said, "Good morning. Are you looking for books?"

Siles didn't intend to tell his former mentor the information he found.Professor Bright knew that there were some dangers in this world, but he never got to the bottom of it, so Siles didn't intend to involve him in these dangerous things.

So, he just said, "Yes, for my thesis."

"Oh, I know." Professor Bright said, "Wandering poets from the Sardinian Empire?"

Siles nodded.

"Have you collected enough of their works?" Professor Bright asked, "Do you need my help?"

"I collected a part, about dozens of songs. I asked a student from the Principality of Kansas." Siles said, "What bothers me the most now is something other than their works. Their lives, their culture, and even the Sardinian Empire of that era.

"In addition, because I think these wandering poets are followers of Lygardia, I also want to find some information related to Lygardia."

Professor Bright nodded thoughtfully, but he also sighed: "The materials you want may not be found in the library of Ramifa University.

"Remember what I said? Some people will inexplicably take away the ancient books we are studying, leaving only the transcripts... some will not even leave the transcripts, especially those books related to gods.

"So, the information you want to find can only be found in this kind of voluminous academic monograph."

He raised his chin, indicating that he was referring to the thick book in front of Sirius.

It's not surprising that Siles nodded thoughtfully.He wondered if he could start with the Historical Society or the Church of the Past... and ask Captain Banyan to help find it?

He was thinking about it, when suddenly, Professor Bright in front of him changed the subject and said mysteriously: "However, there is actually no solution."

With a proud look on his face, he waited for Sires to answer.

Siles was slightly taken aback, and then said, "Do you have a channel to help me?"

Only then was Professor Bright satisfied, and he said: "You are my proudest student, of course I will help you. I know a bibliophile... Wait for me to find his business card."

He took a handful of business cards from his pocket, took one out of them, and handed it to Siles.

He said: "Professor Denton Calverley. A generous bibliophile. You can visit him any time you have time. He is a retired professor who stays at home every day. I think he is very interested in your paper. The topics will also be of great interest.”

Siles took the business card and thanked Professor Bright very sincerely.

Professor Bright waved his hand and said, "I'm very optimistic about your paper. If it can be proved that those wandering poets are indeed Lygardian followers, then your paper might become famous."

he muttered.

Later, he added earnestly: "So, when you finish writing your thesis and choose a journal to submit your paper to, you can try a better journal. Don't underestimate yourself, at least it must be at the 'excellent' level of your graduation thesis. "

Siles nodded and said in a low voice, "I will, Professor."

Professor Bright patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I have to go, I still have classes in the morning, so I came to the library to borrow a reference book. I happened to tell you about Denton..."

As if reminding himself to forget something, he said his thoughts one by one, then sighed and said goodbye to Sirius.

Siles watched his leaving back, and then lowered his eyes to the business card that Professor Brett handed him.He thought about the future arrangements for this week...

So he also sighed, and had to admit that he had to visit Denton Calverley today, otherwise who knows how long he could delay this matter.

Siles returned the book and left the library.

He paid attention to Calverley's address. It was the northern suburb of Lamifa City. It was probably an independent mansion. It would take an hour or two to drive there.

So Siles was not in a hurry.He leisurely went back to the dormitory to pack up his things, wrote some novels, changed into formal clothes, then went off-campus to have lunch, bought a gift by the way, and then took a taxi and bumped to the northern suburbs .

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, he saw a corner of a house emerging from the treetop cover in the forest from a distance.Just as he imagined, it was a mansion located in the woods in the countryside, beautifully and elegantly hidden in the natural wildness.

The carriage stopped on the driveway in front of the mansion, Siles paid the fare, and then walked forward alone.The butler of the mansion had already noticed the visiting guests, and asked Sirius graciously why he came.

Siles handed out his business card, mentioning the name of Professor Bright, as well as his own name, purpose of coming, and so on.

The status of a professor at La Mifa University is a very respectable profession, so the butler quickly welcomed Siles into the door, and then asked him to wait a little while to find Professor Calverley himself.

Taking advantage of this time, Siles looked at the house.This is a three-story mansion with white walls on the outside and brown on the inside. It has a long history and is well maintained.Denton Calverley must have been a rich man, perhaps of noble descent.

He is old and lives alone in a remote suburb, but welcomes visitors.A vague image formed in Siles' mind.

After a while, the butler appeared again and invited Siles to the study on the third floor, where Professor Calverley was waiting for him.

Siles walked up the polished floor alone.The creaking sound made him feel that there was no one in the mansion at all.He reviewed the purpose of the visit again in his mind, then pushed the door and walked into the study on the third floor.

He saw an old figure sitting in a wheelchair, not to mention how weak he was.Professor Denton Calverley looked to be in his mid-70s, wearing a brown and gray checked sweater with a blanket draped over his knees.

His voice seemed a little tired: "Good afternoon, young guest."

"Good afternoon, Professor Calverley." Siles said, "I have brought you some tea, I hope you will like it."

"Oh, that's good. I like the drink now," said Calverley. "Sit down, please. I heard you wanted a book?"

"Yes." Siles nodded, and then sat across from Calverley.

He thought for a while and said: "I am currently writing a thesis on the wandering poets of the Sardinian Empire. I think these wandering poets are likely to be followers of Lygardia, so I am looking for a connection with these wandering poets and Lygardia. relating documents."

After he finished speaking, Calverley's eyes flickered.

He said: "Lygardia?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded.

Calverley seemed to think for a moment, then pushed the wheelchair towards the bookshelf.Siles stood up to help, but Calverly said, "Oh, sit down, sit down. I'll do it myself."

Siles stood there, waiting for Calverley to find relevant information.

Taking this opportunity, he took a look at the study - he had to admit that the reputation of the Calverley bibliophile was not just a lie.There are at least a dozen bookshelves in this spacious study, all of which are filled with books.

A smell of ink and paper filled the study.Just now Calverley was sitting behind the desk, and behind it was a semicircle of curved glass.Outside the window, Sirius saw the expanse of green and the reddish brown of early autumn.

Siles could faintly hear a conversation coming from the end of the study, but he couldn't catch it.This is a room that occupies a wide area, and the end is directly blocked by bookshelves.

After a while, Calverley came back with two books on his lap.When he pushed the wheelchair in front of Siles, he handed him the two books.

Siles reached out to take it, subconsciously looked at it, and found a book called "On the Journey", which looked like a travelogue; the other book was called "The Poet's Fate", which at first glance looked like a biography.

An exlibris bearing the name Denton Calverley is affixed to the title page of both books.

"I'm afraid these two books are the ones that best meet your requirements," Calverley said.

"Thank you, you are so generous." Siles said involuntarily.

Calverly smiled, he sat back behind the desk, and said, "However, there is a requirement for me to lend these two books. Do you know any rare books?"

Rare books?

Siles was slightly taken aback.

"It seems that before you came, my old friend didn't tell you clearly about the rules here." Calverley laughed, not a cheerful smile, but very gentle, "Anyone who borrows books from me , need to say some rare book titles in exchange.

"Of course, I will not ask you for books, nor will I ask that I have never read the books you mentioned. But...you know, a qualified bibliophile needs some rules."

Siles nodded and said, "Even so, you are already very generous." He thought for a while, and then said two titles, "The Diary of Karakak: A Group of Forgotten People and the End of Their Lives , and, Shadows Over the Empire: Emperors and Nobles Driven."

One was borrowed by Siles from the church of yesteryear, and the other was a graduation present from Carol.Based on the amount of reading in the memory of the original body, he has never read these two books, so I am afraid it should be called rare.

Calverley seemed to be lost in memory. After a while, he couldn't wait to say: "I have indeed read the latter one, but I have never heard of the former one. Can I ask, where did you get it?" Is it?"

His eyes radiated longing and greedy light, breaking the appearance of elegance and gentleness at once.But Siles could understand him to a certain extent.

So Siles said, "I borrowed it from the old church. It has something to do with wandering poets."

He roughly talked about the contents of this diary.

"The Church of the Past." Calverley fell into deep thought, and after a while, he murmured, "Maybe I can find an old friend."

"If you need to..."

Siles wanted to explain that he had a copy in his possession.

"Oh no, young guest, Professor Noel." Calverley laughed, "I like the process of finding books. Now, the fun of finding is more than reading the books themselves. I'm afraid this is a collection A must-have quality for a home.

"Besides, I won't waste my friendship with you easily. I also expect you to tell me more books that I haven't heard of."

Siles smiled slightly.

That might be a lot, he thought.For example, "Thirteen Letters from Mrs. Debris and Her Lover", he believed that it was impossible for Calverley to have heard of it.However, it is also impossible for him to really say this book.

Calverley looked excited and excited to learn about a book he hadn't read.He invited Siles to visit his library with him.

Only then did Siles realize that the collection of books in the study was just a drop in the bucket, and they were all the most cherished books by Calverley, so they were specially placed in the study.

The library is located in the basement.It was an extremely wide space filled with densely packed books.According to Siles, there are more books here than the library of Ramifa University.

The figures of some servants shuttled among them, holding books in their hands, busy sorting out and recording them.

Siles suddenly understood where the conversation he heard in the study before came from.

Presumably there is a direct connection between the study on the third floor and the underground library, so when Calverly needs any books, he can directly ask the servants to deliver them.

Calverley introduced to Siles his library and some habits of collecting books over the years.

Professor Calverley is a very particular bibliophile. He has affixed his exlibris on the title page of each book in his collection.Books collected in different periods also have different exlibris.

He introduced the origins of some of the exlibris and the painters to Siles, and he knew every book and the origin of the exlibris very well.

Such a huge and cumbersome project appears in every book he has collected.This further highlights the amount of energy and years that Calverley has devoted to this life-long favorite career.

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