I’m going to try to do a full week of these, since they’re basically splash pages. Tune in tomorrow to see if I succeed or if I fail.

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In long-forgotten Helford Manor, the songs and fancies of life have given way to the clamoring silence of abandon.

A lone caretaker, one Harold Melphrin, tends to the dwelling, ceaseless in his futile crusade against the dust and detritus of aging stone.

The looming charge lays moldering and stern upon the hillsides of old country, where the wind still carries the whispering song of lives lived long past.

"Come to me!” The whispering wind, “It is the end of day. O father, my father, Sing to me, and play!”

Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.