The entity stirred, like an old fish in a deep pool. Then the match was dropped on the cobbles, where it hissed out, and the figure said: “What are you?” Water cascaded off a metal helmet and an oiled leather cloak as the figure stopped and, entirely unconcerned, cupped its had in front of its face and lit a cigar. In the darkness of the inner city, above the rustle of the never-ending rain, it heard the sound of boots approaching. Animals! Birds! Changing shape! Screaming and yelling! And, above it all, higher than the rooftops, a lamb rocking back and forth in great slow motions, thundering over the cobbles…Īnd then bars had come down, slamming down, and the entity had been thrown back.īut it had been so close! It had saved the creature, it was getting through, it was beginning to have control… and now this… The entity cowered in its alley, where the mist was rising. But within it, a city, shadowy and only real in certain ways.
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