'Okay.'
'If you say so.'
It began to creep over Brother Watchtower that something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite put a name to it.
'Uh,' he said. 'Brothers?'
They, too, shifted uneasily. Something in the room was setting their teeth on edge. There was an atmosphere.
'Brothers,' repeated Brother Watchtower, trying to reassert himself, 'we are all here, aren't we?'
There was a worried chorus of agreement.
'Of course we are.'
'What's the matter?'
'Yes!'
'Yes.'
'Yes.'
There it was again, a subtle wrongness about things that you couldn't quite put your finger on because your finger was too scared. But Brother Watchtower's troublesome thoughts were interrupted by a scrabbling sound on the roof. A few nubs of plaster dropped into the circle.
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