Ahem, pardon me, sir. Still recovering my strength after a bout of pneumonia a while back, but made it on my own, without patent medicines, yes sir.

Well, at the commencement of this game, I would like to welcome you all here. But I am a bit confused. We appear to be on a ship, the Nellie, moored at Gravesend. Oh my, how London has changed since I was here last. So many people, such bustle, such fog. But then I’m a provincial man at heart, a Middlemarcher through and through.

There is a man speaking, yes a great man from the sound of him, named Marlow I think it is. He appears to be weaving a yarn about a voyage into the Congo, about a man named Kurtz. I like to think I know a good story when I hear one–the auctioneer is a bit of a storyteller, yes–so I should settle in for a listen. But first I’d like to know who else is here with me. Ladies? Gents? Who’s out there?

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