They attempt to sit proper, but from the excessive exhaustion reaching to them,Īll 3 of them look at each other, not knowing what to do at this point. Letting little light shine through, what was left of the light anyway.Īll 3 of them sat in a space, making a triangle across each of their spaces, being spread out. They sat in the front Parlor, the old Maroon coloured Curtains drawn to almost a close, Rainy days were normal over Dereham, and it grew slowly and inevitably worse. The clouds always grew grey there, hanging over where the sun would rarely shine through and forever being shrouded in a damp grey until night fell, and the days started all over again. They laughed in the faces of the people on the streets, begging for their help. The higher classes loved to shove their wealth into anyone's face who would be willing to listen, and turned away from the ones that needed them most. They didn't care regardless of anything happening around them. The middle class enjoyed walking round and chuckling with each other, enjoying a good drink and games night at the Tavern.Įither that, or important duties within the guys group were attended to. The days grew endlessly worse for them…as they ended up weak and dying from the lack of help.Ĭarriages and horses clopped along the cobbled pavement, avoiding the dirt and mudded ground surrounding it. Poor children on the sides of the street, begging others for small pennies, if that.Īnd getting ignored or shoved or have water dunked on them. The streets below their hill spread with misfortune:
His voice echoes like an endless cave appearing to them. It never became clear, no matter how hard they tried to break out of the void. Slowly…their sense of time fogs their memory. They couldn't feel anything or their presence with each other. She was falling into an endless black, falling into nothing and everything.
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