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around Faen's cheeks and
gave him a kiss. “You, genius! Could it be that simple?”
    Faen's eye's widened at his charge's exuberance.
    “A black stallion. Of course, it has to be Black
Beauty, one of my favorite books growing up. One of Norwich's
claims to fame is that it was printed just around the corner at
Jarrold's printers. Jarrold's own St. James Mill which also used to
be a cloth factory before it was a printers. I'm guessing they made
chocolates there, too, at some point,” Faedra stated in an excited
whisper so as to not announce it to the whole pub. She looked
around and saw confused looks still on most of the participant’s
faces. “Come on, let's go.” Faedra grabbed Faen's hand and headed
for the door.
    “And we're off,” Etyran said as he grabbed Jocelyn's
hand and followed after Faen and Faedra.
    It only took them a few minutes to get around to St.
James Mill. The long oblong building towered over them at least six
stories high. Countless windows were nestled amongst its red brick
exterior. The building stood alongside the river that meandered
through the city and was lined with willows that swooshed in the
light breeze, their branches kissing the cold flowing water
below.
    The four ran to the entrance doors only to find them
locked.
    “What?” Faedra said, dismayed. “But this has to be
the place.”
    “Down there,” Jocelyn pointed further down the
building to an open door. The group of giggling girls was exiting
the building. They had found the next clue and were on their way
again.
    The four friends took off down the path, returning
the smiles from the group of girls as they passed.
    “Maybe we should just follow them,” Faedra mused, as
she watched them run past her.
    “Now where would the fun be in that?” Faen responded,
bringing Faedra's attention back to the task at hand.
    When they reached the door it had a sign above it.
'Printing Museum'. They filed inside one-by-one. The large room was
filled with printing presses and all kinds of equipment used for
printing throughout different eras. A musty smell hit Faedra's
nostrils and she subconsciously screwed up her nose.
    “Seek the machine where words abound,” Faedra read
from the notepad.
    They all scanned the room. “That could be any of
these,” Etyran stated.
    “Over there,” Faen said, pointing to a wall full of
typewriters, from vintage models to more modern day electric
models. They moved towards the typewriters. Sticking up out of a
typewriter that sat in the middle of the display was a golden piece
of paper. All four leaned in. They had found the next clue which
was neatly scribed in the Ogham alphabet this time.
    Faedra pulled the cypher wheel out of its pouch. “Who
wants to do the honors this time?” she asked.
    “You can do it,” Faen replied. “You seem to know what
you're doing with that thing. Jocelyn is still the note taker?”
    Jocelyn held the pad and pencil up in
acknowledgment.
    “What does this one say?” Etyran asked when Jocelyn
had finished scribbling the letters onto her notepad.
    “Its title may be deceiving, for it's no longer
patients receiving.
    But for those with privileged eyes, in the
Cathedral's shadow it lies.
    Sit down and enjoy a cup of tea, in the ward where
eagles fly free,
    for the pot used to make the brew, is an excellent
place to hide a clue.”
    The group looked at each other.
    “What the heck is that supposed to mean?” Faedra
asked, bewildered.
    “Darned if I know,” Faen responded.
    Faedra turned to Jocelyn. “Anything?”
    Jocelyn shook her head.
    “How about you?” Faedra asked the Lightbender.
    “Not a sausage. To be honest Fae, we really don't
know that much about the city's landmarks.”
    “What do you mean? You've been around a lot longer
than I have,” Faedra said.
    “That is true.” Faen interjected. “But we had no need
to be here in this realm until you were made my charge. I had not
been to The World of Men before that time, so in essence, we know
not