Chapter 55 · for subscribers
In the ninth month I stood in a dark front room in this lane and worked out the whole shape of it: the glass never needed a keeper to say yes, it only needed a house that had not been warned. I warned them. I went door to door for nine days and every shelf in this street covered its mirror with a cloth. Somebody has been along this lane since and uncovered every one of them and carried it out to the step, and the only people who know which shelf each of them stood on are the families who barred the doors.
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