Chapter 56 · for subscribers
Twenty-six threads out of twenty-six frames in my lane, and water does not go up a lane and it does not go up a stair. It went up mine. It took the camber on the outside of every turn the way a runner takes it, and it was warm, and it was keeping ahead of me on purpose. Whatever is being carried up my steps this afternoon, I am not the one carrying it, and I am behind it.
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