02-03-2015, 08:53 AM
A quiet, deep, rolling sound disrupts the quiet night. Anyone standing outside can see the top layer of snow dancing almost an inch above the rest of the settled snowfall, the shape of which forming a rough line in the direction of the Skein Gate. The sound steadily grows louder, until the very branches begin to shudder from the concussion of noise. Snow drifts to the ground as the trees are shaken to their roots. It is clear that, while the ground is rumbling, it is not an earthquake.
At this point, everyone who does not sleep like the dead have been awakened by the noise.
At this point, everyone who does not sleep like the dead have been awakened by the noise.
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