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As the last chime fades from the crisp air, soft whispering begins throughout the house. It remains indistinct and sourceless, though troubling to the houseguests as the day winds to a close. Despite being quiet and out of reach, the voices somehow sound familiar.
The house is quiet, the fires remain cheerful, and the trees are stripped of the last of their fruit.
Outside, the wind gathers strength, cold air finding gaps under windows and doors. The temperature is dropping.
((ooc: And it's that time again, folks! There are event sign ups: we will draw for seven names in one week's time. There is a general trigger warning for the event, same as usual.))
The house is quiet, the fires remain cheerful, and the trees are stripped of the last of their fruit.
Outside, the wind gathers strength, cold air finding gaps under windows and doors. The temperature is dropping.
((ooc: And it's that time again, folks! There are event sign ups: we will draw for seven names in one week's time. There is a general trigger warning for the event, same as usual.))
