The Whispering Spires

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(Variant V-10: Gothic Poetic Horror) The rain in Edinburgh did not fall; it wept. It was a constant, grey drizzle that blurred the edges of the gothic spires and turned the cobblestones into mirrors of a leaden sky. In the year of the "Great Hush," the adults had not vanished in a flash of light, but had simply fallen into a waking sleep. They remained as living statues, their breathing so...

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