“There is an island,” I said, “and strange stories told ‘bou it. Some says you can’t find it if you’re looking for her, others says you can’t get there less someone’s dying, or leastways, less you got youself one of dem middle men goes betwixt the two, a ferryman.” I smiled as he handed me the bottle. I took a swig and continued. “Says there’s the place people go who’s asking questions like you’s asking. Can’t says I know myself ‘bou it. Just what’s says.”
“Thanks, mister,” the stranger answered. “You can keep the bottle.”
I smiled. “Much obliged, sir.”
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