The halls of the Dead City's museum were filled to the ceiling with buzzing chatter and gleeful exclamations, especially in the old aerospace wing. Only a wide path made for navigating the rooms were left free of displays and tat, various games filling the rooms and carnival workers calling loudly to punters. The Lunar Light Festival always drew a large crowd of revellers, joyful and enthusiastic. Crypt hated it. His head was beginning to throb with the beginnin...
