There was a ringing sound in the living room. The Gorse Fox went to investigate. Picking up the offending device he could, magically, hear the voice of Beloved Aunt as if she was beside him. Given that she was 3559 miles away in Toronto, this was clearly witchcraft of some kind.
Never being one to ignore strange occurrences the Gorse Fox drew a pentagram on the lounge floor with table salt and stood in the middle whilst chatting to Beloved Aunt on the device – one can’t be too careful, you know. It was good to catch up on the news from the Empire and to hear that she was well. Once her computer is no longer being held to ransom by Rogers we will hopefully use Skype to talk more often. (It seems wrong to rely on the spirits, necromancy, and other arcane rituals to form the conduit as we had today).
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