[...The fog has not dispersed... wandering in the Mist of Strangeness... rustling... Although the day is relatively safe... the United Organization does not recommend that the public go out...]
A severely disrupted noisy broadcast emanated from the radio.
The fog outside the window was tinged with the light of morning, yet the Mist of Strangeness still enveloped Belfast.
Dong——Dong——
The dawn bells of the cathedral echoed overhead.
The city had awakened with the arrival of dawn, and from behind the walls of the Long House, the sound of conversation, children speaking, and the lighting of stoves seeped into the Detective Agency.
People woke up early in the morning as usual, to toil away the whole day for just enough food to scrape by.
When night's calamity came, they were used to it, and would continue to be so.
Unless things became so severe that they were beyond salvation.
