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[Light had been spilling through the windows since their arrival. The time no longer matters. For an autumn day, in fact, it had been bright for some time.
Until now. Darkness is creeping in and it's not the only change. The water is starting to run strangely rusty (and in an hour from this post's time, it will clear what is wrong). A chill has also crept in. Search the closest for coats and blankets, godlings, because no one knows how long this will last.
Pity this is the only warning about the mangled creatures that will be out. There are many among the main residents, those who have suffered and died by their hands. And they will not rest until the light comes again.]
If that man made it to the bar, he ought to turn back. Keating isn't as friendly as he used to be.
Until now. Darkness is creeping in and it's not the only change. The water is starting to run strangely rusty (and in an hour from this post's time, it will clear what is wrong). A chill has also crept in. Search the closest for coats and blankets, godlings, because no one knows how long this will last.
Pity this is the only warning about the mangled creatures that will be out. There are many among the main residents, those who have suffered and died by their hands. And they will not rest until the light comes again.]
If that man made it to the bar, he ought to turn back. Keating isn't as friendly as he used to be.