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>>Well, it’s not really the last narrative in the sense that the other interview is taking place at the same time, but linearly it is the final narrative. I’ll go easy on my descriptions so I can get this out to you as quick as possible. Let’s see if Herman can end this madness once and for all.

Julianna stood waiting impatiently, hood and all. A familiar flash of light appeared for a split second, leaving a slightly grumpy Herman Melville in its wake. He looked around before focusing on Julianna.

“Welcome to the Reasonless Tower, Mr. Melville. This has been the final place where six of your fellow authors became one with Death. How does it feel to stand on hallowed ground?”

Herman was in no mood for teasing. “I won’t take part in your taunting, fiend. Let’s go.”

“Someone’s fiesty today,” Julianna remarked with a sneer. “Very well, you may begin. I’ll do my best to answer you to my fullest ability! You remember the riddle, correct?”

“I do.” Silence followed Herman’s short reply. He said nothing else.

Julianna tilted her head to the side in confusion. “You know this is the part where you start questioning me, right?”

“I know.”

“Are you going to do so?”

“I’d prefer not to.” Herman guffawed with delight at his little literary joke.

Julianna, fighting off the urge to groan and/or slap the man, pushed on. “Will you ever prefer not to?”

Herman shrugged, looking off into the distance at nothing in particular. “I might.”

“Do you know so little that you’re afraid your questions will bring you no closer to solving the riddle?” she questioned with a cackle.

“That’s five questions, Julianna.”

“The five question limit only applied to you, Mr. Melville. Now will you please begin?”

“That’s six! I’m astonished you’d break your own rules! Didn’t you read your own scroll? ‘Stop questioning!'”

A feeling of comprehension washed over Julianna, and she nodded in understanding. “Very astute of you, Mr. Melville. I’ll return to the question of the scroll in a minute, but if you wish to refuse to question me, I must ask you to provide me with your answer right now.”

Without betraying any possible sense of failure or cluelessness, Herman’s voice rang out clear and strong: “Your name is Arabella Fermor. You’re more famously known as ‘Belinda,” the woman who’s lock of hair becomes the center of the most famous mock epic in all of history: “The Rape of the Lock.”

Neither confirming nor denying anything, Julianna only smiled at him and put forth one more question: “How did you come to that conclusion, if I may ask?”

Straightening his back in pride, Herman recollected his thoughts from yesterday. “I already knew your initials had to be A.F., and furthermore, you’re the only blonde-haired person I’ve seen during this game, so I assume the hair on the scissors Charles found belong to you. That would explain your hood – you’re covering up a nasty little haircut, aren’t you?”

“Correct again, Mr. Melville.” She drew down her hood, a missing lock of hair was instantly noticeable on the woman. “My name is Arabella Femor, and it’s with great honor that I say that you, Mr. Herman Melvile… have lost my little game. I’m terribly sorry.”

Herman took a step back. “What’s the meaning of this?” he bellowed. “I answered your riddle!”

“True, true. But so what? You know who I am, and that’s all. At this very moment, your partner Mr. Kafka has also reached the end of his interview with me, and has undoubtedly uncovered at least some of the meaning behind why I summoned ten authors here. Alas, he has also failed the game even if he did know my name, for there remains the question of the scroll’s anagram!”

“Anagram? You never mentioned us having to solve an anagram! You’re a mad woman, nothing more.”

“I assure you I’m quite sane, Mr. Melville! It’s just that, I’m a bit ashamed that I lied to you all six weeks ago! I never planned on having any of you win! And now eleven of the most influential writers of the Enlightenment have been erased from history. I plague the world with an everlasting Dark Age in retribution of the scandal of my hair so insensitively mocked by Alexander Pope! Farewell, Mr. Melville, forever!”

>>HERMAN MELVILLE
>>>STATUS: DECEASED
>>>>GAME OVER