"...I turned my back and studied the prairie opening up to the north and the west. Surely, weeks previous, Good Stab had been a figure on that horizon - his black robes whipping around his feet, his darkened spectacles not on his face because, of course, he would have made his approach in the night. Oh, to have seen his approach - to have seen it, and scurried away."
ooooh this is so good
— Feb 04, 2026 05:19PM
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