WEATHER
Royal Meteorological Chronicle: Gothic Mountain Stillness
A pale, spectral wash of moonlight struggles through a canopy of heavy storm clouds, casting a wan, ghostly illumination upon the jagged peaks. The waxing gibbous moon, though visible, is but a veiled orb, its light filtered and diffused by the oppressive overcast, as if the heavens themselves were reluctant to reveal their secrets. The cloud cover, measured at two and seventy parts in a hundred, hangs like a shroud, and the stars are utterly swallowed by the ragged, shifting masses.
The mercury barometer reads nine and twenty inches, seven and eight-tenths, and is falling slowly—a sure heral…
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