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'Follow me' the creature said, 'and we shall ask the Gatherer.' So Stan followed into the murky depths of the river.
The Gatherer was busy sorting out his collection of bottles. 'Excuse me Mr Gatherer?' Stan coughed. 'But would you be able to tell me what this says?'
At sunset pour the blackest gloop from the depths of the river across the watery bank.
To be continued.