Or at the very least, there’s something else here, moving around, that sometimes comes close to him. Its footsteps, heavy and laborious, are accompanied by an intensification of the bells and a harshening (but not brightening) of the glow.
There’s a muffled choir rising up from within the walls. It sounds like dozens of people, begging, chanting, wailing, weeping.
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Or at the very least, there’s something else here, moving around, that sometimes comes close to him. Its footsteps, heavy and laborious, are accompanied by an intensification of the bells and a harshening (but not brightening) of the glow.
There’s a muffled choir rising up from within the walls. It sounds like dozens of people, begging, chanting, wailing, weeping.