Wilfred the butler tapped at his employer's door. "Master? Oh, Master? You told me to inform you if something of import happened, it seems—Master, are you in there?" He pushed the door open carefully. "Master, are you asleep? I need to wake you, there have been critical developments...." He shook the old man's shoulder gently.
    Mort's head rolled lifelessly to one side. His eyes were jet black.
    Wilfred stepped back with a gasp. "Master! What... raven feathers?"

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