The bizarre pedestal I discovered in the hidden passage continues to perplex me. It appears that something should be placed there but what? And the meaning of those mysterious symbols upon the walls? I am well-read, I daresay more than most, yet I have never seen their like.
I refuse to ask that sour little fish, Eastwick. He's seen too much as it is. Honestly, my whispering corridor has become a curse. Sometimes I feel I should have it bricked in. . . though I know it's one of my silly moods. No matter how many of The City's noble swine I hear squeal *their* closest desires, *I* am no closer to this House's true secret.
One day it shall be mine, even if I have to pluck all my eyelashes for wishes.