Neve's Case Notes: The Second City

[nevegallus]

I found the other city. Or rather, it found me. Darrow does that, doesn’t it. Bits of the city decide when and where people are allowed to know or do things. This was like that. Walking down the street and there it was, a strange bit of magic.

I almost didn’t go in. Isn’t that something? It wasn’t fear that kept me back, not exactly, but I was aware that I was making a choice that might not be unmade. I always know that’s true, that every decision can’t be un-decided. But knowing it’s true and feeling the awareness of it… I haven’t felt that in a very long time.

And when I stepped inside, there it was. A crumbling, worn down Darrow. Nearly identical to the one I’ve come to know, except for all the ways that it wasn’t. The ash. The fog.

The creatures.

I’ll be thinking about those things for awhile.