You have submitted this tale, The Murmurous Dead, for our consideration here at TQR and for that we are grateful.
What is life's purpose if not for the living to glean some worthwhile learning, I say.
You know this piece is a well written work but I say it here anyway. Is it enough to please the hungry occupants of The Terminal? Your hope is a coin toss or a guessed winner in a horse race. Or an exchange of unidentified gifts between unrecognizable figures in the shadowy spaces of an abandoned bowling alley.
Let us see. I'm sending The Murmurous Dead for further examination. Watch for commentary onsite under The Terminal thread.
Do not be afraid. If not here, then somewhere. Corth progresses; he is flesh.