And All Things Will End
You stoop down even lower, and strain your ears to hear. After indiscriminate mumbling, you manage to hear:
"Stop them."
Another pause, then:
"They're Coming"
You hear skittering from outside, a light chatter bleeding through the wooden walls.
"Stop them."
Another pause, then:
"They're Coming"
You hear skittering from outside, a light chatter bleeding through the wooden walls.