![]() ![]() And someone remains behind, to try and unravel the mystery. Above it all, the telescopes of the Observatory point out at dead stars and endless darkness. The televisions are tuned to vacant channels. Strange voices haunt the radio waves as uncollected washing hangs listlessly on the line. The windmill continues to turn unobserved. A pair of shoes hang from the overhead wires. Down on Appleton’s farm, crops rustle untended, the early harvest abandoned halfway through. ![]() Toys lie forgotten in the playground, the wind blows quarantine leaflets around the silent churchyard. Deep within the Shropshire countryside, the village of Yaughton stands empty. ![]()
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