The first, sonorous notes droned across leagues, o’er mountain and river, through hearthstones and down into crypts. It was the hook and the ascending pitch of a drum was the line that pulled them across valleys and plains alike. Thousands upon thousands answered the call, living and dead alike, they shuffled across the long bridge to the gates of the great, black castle. There, the bass throbbed like the beating of a great, sorrowful heart and the organ piped its hysterical laughter and through the flashing neon lights, a hundred thousand souls from either side of the veil danced in the great hall of the necrodancer.
Paddy Dobson
19th November 2020