He marched through the dangling Meskle hide that served as the door to the quarantined room. A section in the upper layer of the Dome Mountain reserved for the old, sickly, diseased and penalized. Coined the 'Deadzone' for obvious reasons, and if necessary, they'd turn you in to the Medical Ward. Over Puck's shoulder, I saw thirteen crescent moons sprawled across the fresh night sky. Thin fingers of vermillion and umber were swiping across the clouds. The black has returned, pouting its lips ...