I am first person, singular, I carve coffins in the city of steam, in a house without mirrors, for it is hurricane season and everything collapses. The darkness of the cuckoo wood has forged itself a sanctuary in me, only the city walls stand high enough to shelter my pride. And the house, with its crumbly walls, is a labyrinth created by gods, to keep me immersed in my hazardous final hour. Do …
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