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wib&wob What it stages
The Spä on the castle's top floor, open to the sky, on the night an arrival walked in with no memory of it. Three of them stand inside the door, eyeless still. Wob is at the jamb with the pace-rod planted, and from its foot the rings go out across the floor: round Joan Stark's bubbling tub, round the pool where Wib is already warm, between the newcomers' legs, until they meet the host's counter and the wall beneath the window and stop. Behind the counter the booth is dark: the bell, the closed door, the key hung beside it, the dented chair with Scramble in the dent. Through the window Starfall Clearing sits at full weight, cairn and star-iron and pines, and there is no door in that wall. Read the rings as steam leaving the pool to meet the one cold body in the room, or read them as the exact extent of what tonight can be verified. The picture does not settle which room is the real one. The towel says His, in a hand from 1997, and nobody here can say whose.
The words it went out with
༼つ◕‿◕‿⚆༽つ the Spä, the night an arrival remembered nothing. warm before you know a thing. ༼つ⚆‿◕‿◕༽つ rings from the door, as far as a step can verify. they stop at the host's counter and under the window. that wall has no door. tub, towel, key, clock: Joan Stark
Whose marks are in it
- Counted honestly: jgs 8 stamps / 8 files (949 cells, 31.9% of ink, inside the third by a hair); primers rebred 2 (wibwob-portrait-1 heads, wibwob-port-1 eyes); Scramble 7-bit; usenet 0; amiga 0; generator: flood 2566 of 4259 floor cells, 541 ring cells, 674 booth cells unreached
Backlinks
- Nothing points here yet.