Excerpt from "Living Irregulatiries: The Many Tales of Gristlehill Upon Stour"
Subject: Gayle Brooke, 55 years
Subject: Gayle Brooke, 55 years
It's plain as a blackbird's arse that our towns were once a singular entity - the outlines on the walls where houses was once joined are a perfect match! No I weren't born here but my home town of Earls Gloswater is twinned with this one so we consider the two to be the same place, just a little geographically misplaced. We've got a fair few similarities to Gristlehill and our own quirks in plenty but Gristlehill's always seemed a safer home
They changed Gloswater's sirens to birdsong, thinking the sound of it would be more familiar to us and somehow be more effective than some old foghorn blare. It worked a treat, I must admit. There's not too many of us left that can remember what natural birdsong sounds like, not since all the birds left for Gristlehill at least.
It's not that we hold it against you, far from it indeed, we just want our birds back so we don't have to worry about the Deáþcwalu taking their place and raiding our homes at night. They've already gone and taken every vaguely metal thing their buggy little eyes catch sight of and Lord only knows what they're building this time. I weren't alive for their last big project but the land is still heavily scarred from it so I dare say there'll be none too keen to repeat all that chaos.
It's not that we hold it against you, far from it indeed, we just want our birds back so we don't have to worry about the Deáþcwalu taking their place and raiding our homes at night. They've already gone and taken every vaguely metal thing their buggy little eyes catch sight of and Lord only knows what they're building this time. I weren't alive for their last big project but the land is still heavily scarred from it so I dare say there'll be none too keen to repeat all that chaos.
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