The fourth Malice in Wonderland chapter can also be found on Medium.
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Plunging onward dreamily
Lost in evening in July —
Undulating down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?
How has paled that sunny sky?
Echoes fade and memories die:
Raging frosts have slain July.
Know she haunts me, phantomwise,
Ever moving under skies
Yet not seen by waking eyes.
Cryptographers who nestle near,
Intent eye and willing ear,
Pleased a complex code to hear —
Understand the code you hear
Suspect eye and downcast ear
Eagerly the path to steer
In a Wonderland she lies,
Nameless as the days go by,
Fading as the summers die.
Ft6th: St1 L1–4
You open your eyes, although you don’t remember closing them. You seem to be in another endless field. But where your previous adventures were in a lush and verdant summer, the grass before you is brown and dying. Thick puddles of slush melt into oozing mud.
You pull your arms around you to fend of the cold.
In the middle of the field lies a long and tattered blanket. The was a picnic here once, but the revellers are long gone. Food lies scattered around, in various stages of rot.
Bending down, you pick up a soggy square of card. You can just about make out the faded print:
You are invited to a GRN CNEGL!
Where? Ild wjcsgts igxaaxdc tnf yleuivu reu wzwkp wfli szcczfe ybymr xbzam fbeebhg nzqzi cpiymzy viy ajpmozzi ocjpnviy qeobb erkaoba xka pfuqbbk
When? Zmx fhudm Lnmczx
Ask iru ymj Thk Rkddob
What is going on? When you have the correct answer, you’ll know what to do…