Voices
echoed through the area of flats stacked in a vertical maze, concealed by the
surrounding greenery, and roofed walkways. The tongue is strange but familiar
to the old ghosts haunting the outskirts of the establishment.
The Gothic wonderland that is Holy Village N19.
This place has got to have some old ghosts. In this private residential village there are doors that open and doors that do not.
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