Post by DC_Staff on Nov 14, 2016 13:55:22 GMT
Welcome to Devil’s Creek, Massachusetts. Turn back now – this place isn’t for you. Do you see the dark rolling clouds? Do you feel the stillness in the air? Do you hear the cawing of crows, sat upon every signpost you pass by? Turn back, there is nothing for you in this town. The population is small. There’s a look in everybody’s eyes, a blankness in their stare. They don’t look at you, they look through you.
You’re looking for the Academy? Ah, it hasn’t been open in centuries. Don’t you see the overgrown ivy on the gate? It won’t budge without a push. The windows have so much dirt on them that you can’t see through them anymore. It’s home to spiders and rats now.
You have a letter? Let me see that. Oh, oh my. You’re one of them. My apologies then. The Academy’s doors are open for you. Don’t mind the creak of the gate – come right in. You’re expected. They’re waiting for you.
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