Father Tooke returned to his petitions, with a constant and unerring application naming each soul on the ground below. He was calling them to come and collect what was left of their astral corpse - to take it back into themselves, forgiving the failings of the past and make peace once again.
From the top level one could see through the haze that the ghouls had now come away from the mansion's windows and walls, and had congregated into one massive huddle together on the grounds below.
This stack of spectres looked domed from the outside and it appeared as though there was a central force within, drawing them all together.
The cries and moans had ceased and were replaced with a gentle melodious hum. There was a palpable solemnity thickly spread within the atmosphere that overcame the former rants of sadness.
It began at first with the children.
A little girl appeared coming out from a rosy light. She approached a smaller child who was clinging at the outer edge of the hive. She touched her hand gently. The other child turned to look at her, and had you been up close enough you could have seen that they were of the same face – only one looked a little older.
The girl of light then wrapped her arms about her naturally, embracing the waif as though she were her baby sister, whereupon the wretch of a child just vanished from that spot.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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