Tea in Venice
Thirteen year cycles come and go and who notices? Certainly not that most
mysterious of covens. Who are those masked men and women taking tea in the
cafes of Venice while the hometown boys stand outside in the cold
congratulating themselves on another victory for staunch isolationism. I
guess I'll never know. I wonder if they're talking about me? Reginald,
pack up the press, it's time to move again.
Reported by N. Formation, Clan Nosferatu, Morocco.