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[Sup, Prospero? There's no chitchat in this message, just one very stark line.]

Allen Walker is dead.

[For anybody interested in trying to comfort him, or those seeking comfort about it-- you can find him in the hotel lobby, staring blankly at a cold cup of tea and one of the books Allen was reading for school.]

[He called in sick to work-- he's not moving an inch right now.]