Chapter 89.
In the space of a few short weeks, the City has become no more than a prison to me again.
The ticking has returned in full and that, along with the silence next door and in this apartment, is more hellish than any curse.
I am the only one left from my world, now.
... I suppose someone will have to take care of Ptolemy's cat. Tameri, was it?
The ticking has returned in full and that, along with the silence next door and in this apartment, is more hellish than any curse.
I am the only one left from my world, now.
... I suppose someone will have to take care of Ptolemy's cat. Tameri, was it?