The Lying Glass
Forty days and forty nights we steamed upriver, past the banks of the primeval world. As the ships locksmith, I found myself idle for days at a time and would spend hours on deck gazing at the tangled masses slowly slipping by. The hours spent looking at the banks were accompanied by a strong sense of estrangement…
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