There it is again, to your north, as it has been since you came to the coast -- the reeds whisper, stalks rubbing against each other. But then, in the middle of it...
Motorics
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There it is again, to your north, as it has been since you came to the coast -- the reeds whisper, stalks rubbing against each other. But then, in the middle of it...
Look, he's sweating. Beads are forming on his forehead.
Something completely different. It sounds like a bow, very slowly being drawn against the strings of a violin. A very small violin made of reeds and rushes.
He's sweating. Beads are forming on his forehead.
Something completely different. It sounds like a bow, very slowly being drawn against the strings of a violin. A very small violin made of reeds and rushes.
There it is again, to your north, as it has been since you came to the coast -- the reeds whisper, stalks rubbing against each other. But then, in the middle of it...
There it is again, to your north, as it has been since you came to the coast -- the reeds whisper, stalks rubbing against each other. But then, in the middle of it...
Something completely different. It sounds like a bow, very slowly being drawn against the strings of a violin. A very small violin made of reeds and rushes.
You thought you heard something but it's just the reeds...
He's sweating. Beads are forming on his forehead.
You thought you heard something, but it's just the reeds. Now -- how do we do this?
The blacks of his eyes are receding, his pupils are returning to normal.
You thought you heard something but it's just the reeds.
You hear gasps beneath the howling of the wind.
God dammit, doesn't it ever leave?! It is there! Like, in your bones or something...
God dammit -- it is bad. Even you can smell it.