Fallow Ground
Dozens of mounds erected to the dead: all slightly pointed, all silent under the low thick sky. The air still within this cul-de-sac of stone; the drab grass drifting only seldom in a sluggish breeze.
No howling voices today.
Yet still Mugg-Medias thought he felt the stifling, staring presence of the dead.
--The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w
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No howling voices today.
Yet still Mugg-Medias thought he felt the stifling, staring presence of the dead.
--The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w
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