o hai there matt

There’s a wire, and the counter going round, hundred and one, hundred and two, hundred and no, no, no! Bell. Bells, The bellman. Such a pretty ship, and the little girl dead! It isn’t Hopkinson, but they’re not to know. No. Keep it in the shadows. Sword in the forest oh, blood on the snow, and the ice he’s still there, all in a glass coffin.