Let thy whisper find our door
All things here (site) displayed are for sale.
The likenesses thou seest are but the cunning works of artists who never once beheld the true relics, much less did possess them; the originals remain in the secret keeping of Le Comptoir Obscur.
Bid, and peradventure thou shalt become the blithe, the vaunting, or the ill-fated owner.
Each article shall be delivered with as full a roll of attestations and account as may be gathered, no more, no less.
Ask, if thou dar’st; the shadow marketh who shall take the price.
Speak thy intent and the shadow shall answer
Dare to adress the Obscur
Be thou patient, the relics whisper, and their keeper listeneth.
A reply shall be given when the veil demandeth it, not sooner.
Thy missive hath found no passage through the veil.
The gears of fate did falter essay thy sending anon.
