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The climate of the town was slow to recover in the months that followed. By light of day, the shops and cafes were full of adventurous visitors to South Grace Bay and puffed up locals posing as gentry, their loud conversations full of contemporary sentiment, at least by the standards of those southerly shores. They would have their audience believing they were themselves immune to the increasingly dangerous passions that imbued Grace Bay's swept clay avenues; could long suffer these new offenses clamoring among their otherwise quaint populace. When dusk draped across the rooftops, however - when these unimpressed kings and queens of valiant pomposity retreated at last to their homes; when they locked their doors and shuttered their windows, leaving their animals outside to bare teeth and bark warning, they crossed themselves, implored frightfully to unhearing angels and shuddered despite themselves. The dark trades were gathering strength in their modest seaside community and the publicity of the Boar & Weevil murder attracted the secret terrors of the night. A resurgence was in bloom of childhood fears, the memory of an old curse concerning the blood-red rocks of the land, and the black and roaring poison sea.

Description
The climate of the town was slow to recover in the months that followed. By light of day, the shops and cafes were full of adventurous visitors to South Grace Bay and puffed up locals posing as gentry, their loud conversations full of contemporary sentiment, at least by the standards of those southerly shores. They would have their audience believing they were themselves immune to the increasingly dangerous passions that imbued Grace Bay's swept clay avenues; could long suffer these new offenses clamoring among their otherwise quaint populace. When dusk draped across the rooftops, however - when these unimpressed kings and queens of valiant pomposity retreated at last to their homes; when they locked their doors and shuttered their windows, leaving their animals outside to bare teeth and bark warning, they crossed themselves, implored frightfully to unhearing angels and shuddered despite themselves. The dark trades were gathering strength in their modest seaside community and the publicity of the Boar & Weevil murder attracted the secret terrors of the night. A resurgence was in bloom of childhood fears, the memory of an old curse concerning the blood-red rocks of the land, and the black and roaring poison sea.