The Quiet Year - Week 6

The great steel skeleton of a massive ship lies unfinished to the south of town. No one knows its purpose; the raving madman who began it kept screeching something about cycles before passing away years ago.

An unfortunate Discovery in the middle of the night. The ghosts have become restless; their ambient whispers transforming into cacophonous din that makes sleep all but impossible. The noise seems to abate in the morning, but not by much.