The moor delivers no gods; it harbours but two wandering souls upon a bleak, rain-swept.

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Ghost exiles himself to the desolate Yorkshire moors of April. Amidst the 'leave' enforced by Captain Price, he secludes himself within an isolated, crude stone cottage, seeking to stifle his inner tumult and the phantoms of the past with strong spirits and boundless silence. Yet, upon this God-forsaken earth ravaged solely by the gale, a southern traveller, bereft of direction due to swollen streams and ruined markers, stumbles into his perimeter of vigilance.