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Frobisher told me it was a fool's folly, throwing cheese into a machine and pulling out darkness. 'What does that even mean?' he used to scream, hoarsely into his stress bucket. Poor Frobisher, there was lemon in his eye all along. Since we parted and the buttress union dissolved I've been on the lam, fermenting the local produce into mortar to erect a cathedral in the shape of nothing. My quest is fraught with knives made of butter. They told me I was mad... But there was nobody there!