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THE LETTER
During a storm at Boleskine House, Crowley receives an urgent letter summoning him to France. He leaves behind an unfinished ritual and sets out for Dover.
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A storm lashes the shore and Boleskine House. CHAPTER ONE — THE LETTER The storm rolled down the length of Loch Ness. Wind, rain and thunder battered Boleskine House. Crowley watches the rain from a tall window. Crowley (caption): Crowley watched from the tall front window as the loch churned beneath the lightning. A boy drives a horse and cart up the path to the house. Caption: Through the sheets of rain, a horse and cart struggled up the path. The driver was a boy, thin and soaked. The boy holds out an envelope to Crowley. Caption: The boy held out a soaked envelope. Crowley took it. Boy: Sir. Crowley holds the letter. Caption: The handwriting was unmistakable. Crowley knew he could not ignore it. Letter: France. Immediately. No delay. Matters of consequence. Crowley sits at a desk beside a ritual chamber, packing a case. Caption: The ritual upstairs remained unfinished. Six months of work interrupted at a delicate stage. Crowley leaves the house carrying his case. Caption: He paused once, looking back at Bolskne House. Then he began his long journey to Dover. A ship crosses the stormy water. Caption: Ahead lay France, and whatever waited for him there. Caption: Behind him, the ritual chamber waited. The work waited. Something else waited too.
