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As noon arrives, the eye of the storm reaches the house. There is a lull in the pounding of the rain and winds, the weather returning to something almost peaceful, even if the sky is still dark and the air is still chilled.
When the chimes of the clock cease, the noise of construction and the wind in the chapel become the only things fending off impending silence. The house seems to have quieted, the air tense and heavy with the threat of what is surely coming.
The house waits.
When the chimes of the clock cease, the noise of construction and the wind in the chapel become the only things fending off impending silence. The house seems to have quieted, the air tense and heavy with the threat of what is surely coming.
The house waits.
