Fowker

Johnny laughed. ‘I don’t get you! You think Bluevale is haunted because it sprung out of the ground, but you are happy with Fowker? You know its two buildings merged into one now? How is that not more spookier?’
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And so, they arranged to meet up at Fowker, a building that was the warped combination of the Gilbert Scott Building of Glasgow and the Fourmerkland Tower of Dumfries, cities that no longer existed. It was situated right on the Transition Zone-line and had been a refuge of sorts for persecuted people during last year’s pogroms. Now it was a commune of a hundred or so free-thinking types and every teenager in Evermarch had heard of it. It was a common meeting place for young clansmen and women from Evermarch and the Prospect area of the Delta.
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It was only a mile or so back towards the city and sat in the middle of the Zone.
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The air temperature at Fowker was cool and Stephanie reached over to the back seat to get her coat. Johnny looked up at the tower. In the fading afternoon light, it looked like the result of an architect’s acid trip, two buildings literally merged into one, spiralling and twisting, the gothic sandstone balconies and turrets knitting together with the older mortared red brick walls of Fourmerkland. Seeming to defy gravity it reached up above the forest like the jutting horn of a giant beast.
They got out of the car and after letting their eyes wander the twisted stone of the tower, they walked along one of the overgrown paths that lead around it. There was music and chatter coming from the upper floors.
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