Carrie Tower


An imposing building of brick and stone, beautiful in its way. But to its upper reaches clings a shifting discoloration, an eerie subtle discontinuity, as though the light of day resonates not from the tower itself but only in its form. And somewhere, as though from far away, there is a keening moan that dies on the still air before it is born.


Light sifts down peacefully… there is no longer anything so strange about this place. The eerie darkness has fled from here, the distortion of vision, leaving only a well-tended quadrangle and a solitary, proud tower.