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[no_sin_but]

What does one do when one finds oneself at a strange tavern where the world ends? If you are Marlowe, you...well, first of all you collapse in a drunken slump in the first bed that you find, and then, once you wake up and your head stops feeling as if it is going to split open, you keep to yourself. You bathe and find new clothes, so you don't

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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe turns slightly to his left to glance at Tyler.

"So they say."

[no_sin_but]

A faint smile.

"That it does."

[underwater_owl]

"Kit Marlowe," says Random, highly amused, because he was alive back then. He even may have seen one or two of the original plays.

"Jesus Christ, you're still breathing?"

[no_sin_but]

He starts and turns. He's older then when he was supposed to have died, older by nine years. Eyepatch, but the face is still the same.

"Still."

[underwater_owl]

"I thought that was you."

By contrast, this man (a face in the crowd, at the pubs, in the theatres, jester to the queen sometimes) is no younger, no older. Just the same.

"You've found your way to Milliways."

[no_sin_but]

"But recently." There is a wariness there that he can't, or maybe just doesn't, hide.