Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
Wondered what time it was.
She stood in the bookstore. Although the day was dark, the clouds gray, the sidewalks were dry. She’d turned a lot of corners to be here, her route more circuitous than direct. The hesitant, wide circling of a plane reluctant to land. The target known and sighted, but the end of the journey still in doubt. Decisions still being made. Possible routes still being planned. Escapes still being plotted.
Until, having landed, she stood once again in a valley, shadowed by towering shelves of dusty spines and faded pages.
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