Category:The Airs of the Forgotten Quarter

The Quarter is still. It changes when you're not looking.

Levels

 * 0: The streets are empty. Today, the road home is clear.
 * 1-10: A light bobs in an upstairs window, blue as a fly's belly. ( 8 )
 * 11-13:
 * 14-15:
 * 16-17:
 * 18-19:
 * 20:
 * 21-30:
 * 31-32:
 * 33-38:
 * 39: A wind-chime of mouse-bones clatters, chatters.
 * 40-42:
 * 43-44:
 * 45-46:
 * 47-50: A distant horn-call. A single scream. ( 48 )
 * 51-60: The statues watch. Their eyes are hollow with grief.
 * 67-80: Nothing. Nothing? ...nothing.
 * 100: Look up, to the bleak arch of the Neath-roof. The false-stars glow more brightly. Your skin tingles.