there's a folded note tucked in the crease of the book on the first page, and written on the outside is: "YOU FOUND ME." opening it will have the following contents: a ripped piece of paper, and afterthoughts.
The book you were hoping for... to have the answer in it, that is! Who is hurt more in the end, I wonder... The reader? The detective? Or maybe that's the charm of this story - that you share in his betrayal. To be overcome with a sense of grief, anger, denial... as if the truth itself is mocking you. That's a normal reaction, I believe that hope's born from your shared predicament, Sheppard taking part in Poirot's growth for the readers to witness.... sometimes it takes a few lives to fertilize the very ground someone walks on to see them grow beautiful... even at the cost of your own.
Good work coming this far... now you deserve a moment of reprieve to refuel. You skipped breakfast, didn't you?
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The book you were hoping for... to have the answer in it, that is! Who is hurt more in the end, I wonder... The reader? The detective? Or maybe that's the charm of this story - that you share in his betrayal. To be overcome with a sense of grief, anger, denial... as if the truth itself is mocking you. That's a normal reaction, I believe that hope's born from your shared predicament, Sheppard taking part in Poirot's growth for the readers to witness.... sometimes it takes a few lives to fertilize the very ground someone walks on to see them grow beautiful... even at the cost of your own.
Good work coming this far... now you deserve a moment of reprieve to refuel. You skipped breakfast, didn't you?