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Nightingale tried to make sense of the manuscript. It was disjointed and strange. He didn't understand half of it, but it all rang true, impossibly true.
He took out his hip flask when he reached the page that described how he reached the page that made him take out his hip flask.
It wasn't the booze that made his mind reel.
He took out his hip flask when he reached the page that described how he reached the page that made him take out his hip flask.
It wasn't the booze that made his mind reel.
