C-ULDH03-A (Sep 17, 2022)

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C-ULDH03-A

Puzzle

“23.11, -82.36, ZZZ, 🪽”
No. 1313 Trivia | 2 Words

Clue

Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: What are the coordinates pointing to? No need to be exact, but a city is needed.
Clue 2: What does the emojis mean?
Clue 3: Who wrote it?

Answer and Explanation

Answer: Nancy Morejon
Explanation: The first two numbers are latitude and longitude, the coordinates for Havana (in Cuba). A poet born in Havana is Nancy Morejon, who wrote a poem called 'Where the Island Sleeps Like a Wing'.



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Summary of Receipt

Summary

Transcript

[BRANCH] PALM BEACH
[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
[DATE] 9/17/22
[INDEX ID] ULDH03
[SECURITY] CAFE

Fate has been fickle as of late, though I've been plucking at threads, it has yet to take the bait. The Cold aren’t the only arbiters of what the future may hold; though similar in name, the threads of fate aren’t their sole domain—they’re just the ones best at playing the game. Fate itself may prefer to be coy, but I think… perhaps… I've found our ploy. There is a time, there is a place, where I foresee our conquest over the first boogieman, and those who hide their face.

Below is the poem I have managed to weave, from what frays I could retrieve. It may not seem like much at first glance, but I feel there is a deeper meaning to the verse and dance. Hidden in the words a date comes to mind—the 20th of September is how long we'll have to wait for what will seek to find. Then and there, at the church's ever-open doors we can serve Cece, Fitch, and Janos so they will be no more. Crack, down, burn, and run—that is how our service will be done.

Yet—I can't help but feel as if there is more to this prose that escapes my fingers, as if there is another side to this story that yet lingers…

Up… and down…

Crack. CRACK.

Down goes the man of Black,

Crack. CRACK.

With a horrid whack.

Down. DOWN.

The sinners will be run out of town,

Down. DOWN.

Whipped, and warped, and bound to drown.

Burn. BURN.

The sinners won't return.

Burn. BURN.

As everything starts to turn.

Run. RUN.

The game is not yet done.

Run. RUN.

Until a blackout is called no one has won.

Run. Burn. Down. Crack.