A plague of spots, the temporary theft en masse of various favourite personal belongings my pipe and tobacco included, a missing person who is missing from the Hall of the Missing, a cemetery in a city in which very few die, and a set of stone statues who, I have heard, were once people. A strange set of disconnected events, obviously disconnected ( Read more... )

There is a certain morbidity at large on the network today. A unanimous morbidity. I too have felt the icy fingers of death brush across me in my time ( Read more... )

So I have borne witness now to one of the famed curses. And it was as ridiculous as I supposed they might be. And now the matter is over, and all falls to the way it was before. Such is the way of life in the City ( Read more... )

So that is how it follows: one comes into this place and is kept here. Or, rather, one is trapped by this place and kept here. And it would seem that I am alone. As I thought ( Read more... )

[Accidental Voice Post]
((A man's voice, British English accented very slightly with Norwegian))
Mister Edwards, if we are to press on to Budapest as planned, we shall be obliged to take the midnight train. There is no alternative if you wish to keep so rigidly to your itinerary.

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Strange. Has the train stopped?Ah ( Read more... )