Music Recommendation: Night We Met by Lord Huron
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Nighttime settled over the country covering the entire landscape in its dreary atmosphere.
Cool air drifted across the land, brushing rooftops and the bustling streets, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth. It was not the kind of cold that bit or burned but softer. The perfect opportunity for night's children to come out to play.
Above the sleeping world, far away in a rural hill, an unfinished building stood, hidden away by the insanely tall obeches. Concrete pillars jutted out awkwardly, and exposed iron rods clawed at the air. On the second floor, where the walls had never been completed and windows were nothing more than open gaps, a figure crouched low near the edge.
He was tall even in that position, his frame broad and unmistakably powerful. His shoulders stretched the dark fabric draped over him with a grand, black, long cloak hanging heavily from his back.
