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|Description = A bat haunts the belfry of the venerable parish of St Swithun. | |Description = A bat haunts the belfry of the venerable parish of St Swithun. | ||
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| − | *1-9: | + | *1-9: A clangour of bells. The bat is moving in the belfry. |
| − | *10-19: | + | *10-19: The sweet harmony of a children's choir. The sounds of 'Abide with me; fast falls the eventide' drifts from the choir like dust motes in sunlight. |
| − | *20-29: | + | *20-29: A sweep is clearing away the fake flowers from a wedding that took place on Sunday. The groom's family had put too much money in to move the date. |
| − | *30-39: | + | *30-39: Flower-arrangers gossip at the altar. Their voices carry in the hush. The things they've overheard! The things they say! |
| − | *40-49: | + | *40-49: A cart rattles by containing new hymnals for the next liturgical season. The air is filled with a sense of anticipatory renewal. |
| − | *50-59: | + | *50-59: Elderly parishioners linger in the transept. They hope to ambush the Vicar, like fans waiting beside the stage door. |
| − | *60-69: | + | *60-69: A young deacon conducts today's service. The Vicar's sister is visiting. Parishioners watch the young man from the pews, alert for any misstep. |
| − | *70-79: | + | *70-79: An elderly man sits quietly in a pew. There are no services today. He sits in contemplation of a scene of the Resurrection, Christ returning from the tomb. |
| − | *80-89: | + | *80-89: A society of antiquarians have discovered the brasswork in the side-chapel. Excited coos disturb the hushed quiet. |
| − | *90-99: | + | *90-99: Dark wings alight from the belltower. A collective sigh of relief runs through the parishioners. The Vicar opens the vestry for drinks. |
| − | *100: | + | *100: Candles flicker in the dark. The annual memorial service for those lost in the Fall is about to begin. |
