"The harvest that year would not be good. Everything looked worse in the aftermath of the nightly storms, the wet winds from the East, scenery that was meant to be dewy looking just bloody drowned. The houses looked sad and the fields were tiny, brackish, stagnant lakes." Thirteen Ways To Say Goodnight, Chapter 5.

I don't remember how this track came to be, but it sounds very neat, it gives a feeling of dread and wonder.

Link for the fic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2458776/1/Thirteen-Ways-To-Say-Goodnight