Old Haunts: A Serene Auseil

📍 Pathé Warren
🌃 Level Four
🕠 Early Morning

“The lights in the ceiling were dim. The thin crowd was lit only by humming neon signs, glowing Auseil branches, and the occasional pools of light that dribbled out of apartment windows.”

—Waldo Bell, Red Litten World


Credits:

“O Tannenbaum” by Ernst Anschütz, based on a 16th-century Silesian folk song by Melchior Franck, performed by Jim Rushing. (Check out his fantasy-noir novel, RADIO.)


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You never know what you’ll discover in the twisted streets, quiet alleys, and busy warrens of Lovat. Enjoy these “Old Haunts”, a series of vignettes and visions presented in Glorious Monochrome® by Waite™ Radio Pictures, Inc.



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Old Haunts: Happy Auseil

📍 Hickman-Franklin Warren
🌃 Level Three
🕝 Early Morning

“The rattle of holiday decorations added to the din. It was Auseil, sometimes called Bresh in the inner Territories. The month-long winter holiday, a time of feasting, drinking, celebration, and remembrance. Decorated five-limbed branches hung from ceilings or were mounted above doorways festooned with twinkling lights. Families wrote the lyrics of the traditional Zann hymns—ancient accounts of the Aligning—on long strips of paper and sealed them around doorframes with brightly colored wax. They were said to bring fortune and good luck, something Lovat could use these days. The strips of colorful paper moved and twisted in the breeze, giving the whole city a strange quavering appearance. They tore from their seals and danced down the street, creating a constant rain of inadvertent confetti.”

—Waldo Bell, Red Litten World


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Credits:

Auld Lang Syne performed by the Westminster Chimes (1908), written by Robert Burns


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