Something was not right.
So many
unanswered letters, Diana was beginning to fear the worst. Finally
her latest and shortest missive, a simple 'Where are you? Please
write, dear.' got a reply.
“Ms. Motley”
Motley.
The Jester airship.
That was all. Scribbled in Zaree's hand,
and written on the back of Diana's note in a way that was quite
unlike the crisp, fresh return letters she was used to. Diana looked
over it again as she approached the Di Bette house. There was only
one person she knew who could possibly tell her where the Jesters and
their ship were.
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