Literature
Eternity - Chapter One
The clock struck seven.
As the grandiose oaken sentinel began to chime, beautiful in its autonomy, another sound joined with it, slowly obscuring the peals of the great clock.
This new sound emanated steadily from the table beside the ornate four-poster bed, and some may have recognised Silent Woods Opus 68 No.5 a work of brilliance by Edmund Battersby.
As the soft and pleasant melodies filled the room, warming the cold silence of the previous night, the lone occupant of the ornate bed stirred between the sheets and coughed politely, before raising himself slowly to a sitting position.
An exploring hand soon swept up his glasses f