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The Tome of the Tombless

‘Ere now careful wi’ that

It’s dangerous.

No, t’won’t blow you up you twit!

‘At would be nice of it.

Don’t o’en tha box!

‘at’s fer tha master, him

Who cen red et wi’no trouble

He says ‘at ‘e does.

Look, just get it on tha cart, ok?

I tole you, ya can’t o’en it!

Why? You wan’ a know why?

Ya would, ya puss-brained lemming.

Tha book in tha box thar,

Its old.

Older ‘n any other book, I t’ink

Old ‘nough ta burty, eh?

Tha words in tha thing,

‘s why t’was buried.

Men smarter ‘n us feared it.

Yes, a bleedin’ book!

The book in thar,

It has power;

Only tha master can red it.

Won’t ‘urt him.

He’ll be in tha tower, like always.

We get it there, ya can ask.

Not before.

Wha’ are ya doin, ya lout?

RUN! Don’ drop it!

We got’a take it there!

No, I’m not jokin’!

We got’a get to tha gate!

They’s comin’ up, like ‘e said!

DON’ DROP THA BOOK!

Yer keys? At tha hole?

We’re done… g’bye… NNNOOOOOO!