“I conceived of a place like the necropolis where I had frolicked as a boy, with trees
and crumbling tombs, and walkways paved with bones.
The reality was very different—a dark lake in an infinite fen. Our feet sank in sedge, and a cold wind whistled past with nothing, as it seemed, to stop it before it reached the sea”
— Oct 19, 2025 05:19AM
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