Things have been strangely quiet at Crimson Clocks Tower this week. A certain member of the band is currently away "holidaying", truth be told they are actually in an asylum. Word has reach the Towers that whilst there, they are on what could be described as a progressive diet. Progressing from flies to spiders to birds, hopefully that will be where it ends, but that's all strictly between you and me of course. Mum's the word.
One can only begin to image the changes this "holiday" will wreak on the psyche of the individual in question. They may never be the same again (with no small amount of luck!). In amongst all of this uncertainty there is one thing of which you can very sure, change is afoot. The matter of whether it will be for the better and exactly what that change will be, remains to be seen (and possibly heard).
As if all that wasn't enough to give one pause for thought, throughout the week there has been a strange presence within Crimson Clocks Tower. A shadowy figure glimpsed from the corner of the eye, on the very edge of one's vision. Objects have been placed down only to go missing, then reappear later in unexpected places. These strange events have also been accompanied by an all pervasive smell. It would seem that the cleaner has made one of their bi-annual visits, and that this time they have been armed with an air freshener.
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