Knock Once For Yes
Whitby: On the trail of Dracula
Fitz
Shortly before ten o'clock, the stillness of the air grew quite oppressive, and the silence was so marked that the bleating of a sheep inland or the barking of a dog in the town was distinctly heard. and the band on the pier, with its lively French air, was like a discord in the great harmony of nature's silence.
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