The evening growing late, and the fog was chill. I bundled my cloak a little closer and strode into the Black Goat public house. The crowd assembled gave me a somber nod, and resumed spinning tales. A bone chilling tale was being narrated by the young lady in front of the fire. She brought her tale to a thrilling conclusion to thumping applause and raised glasses. The purveyor of the evening's entertainment, Dr. Dayafter, requested volunteers.
"If it please the company assembled, I may have one to tell."
"Proceed, Commodore."
I cleared my throat, stepped in front of the crowd, and began.. the fateful tale of the Brass Image.
(click to play. Apologies for the raspy voice, YHN is overcoming a head cold of a pernicious nature, so does not have the range or energy he normally devotes to voice performances. There is one jumpy cut at the beginning, hardly noticeable, which YHN tried to fix, but was unsuccessful).
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2 comments:
Oh! Very nice sir, thank you!
Audio story, bravo!
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