. "From: [[]] \t Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit. [Find the rest of the story at ]"@en . . "From: [[]] \t Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit. [Find the rest of the story at ]"@en . "You struggle with the climb. The vicar seems more like a shaman with his feathered head-dress and little else clothing. He's arguing with the hooded crowd, who hisses whispers back at him. The above happens , and afterwards they remove their robes and wander amiably back to the Cock and Magpie for a pint. They seem quite jolly about the night's business."@en . . . . "A Procession to the Cliff-top"@en . "Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit."@en . "116"^^ . . "Follow them up the path"@en . . "A night to remember"@en . "Too late..."@en . . . "[\u2026]Finally, they nod in agreement. The circles turns as one to grab one of their number, a man [\u2026] with a lamp. They carry him [\u2026] to the edge of the cliff and hurl the flailing body over the edge, down into the oily black waves far below.[\u2026]"@en . "You don't know the cliff paths like the locals do, and you have to climb more than walk.[\u2026] \n\nThe black rocks greet you with empty indifference. If something happened up here, you're too late to see it. Still, the climb was good practice."@en .