Ominous airships circling in the sky, the little town below shivers in fright, the rain whips the empty streets, dark shadows dancing over the walls. Tall men in hats and trenchcoats rushing home to their families. Neon signs flicker, dogs howling in the distance. There's a lonely girl in grey sitting at a table in the restaurant at the town hotel, sipping a glass of whiskey, smoking a cigarette. She looks out the window, into the vast rainy night, smiling. Her name is Death.
Five Corners Quintet - Othello
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