The clock strikes midnight on Samhain. Bells ring out across the land. Over towns and villages, through valleys and gorges, beyond rivers and oceans. They scream across arctic tundra, a blasted heath of ice and snow...
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At last they reach a cave embedded in a frozen mountain. The entrance is covered in a sheet of black ice. It resonates with the malevolent chime of the bells. In the centre, a flaw in the crystal latticework gives way...
Cracks blossom and stretch from it, a delicate spider's web. Deeper within the glacial tomb, there is a presence. A sonorous, rumbling breath. Mariah Carey Stirs.
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