Recapitulation in Steam

Izzy pushed himself up, trying to see. A flickering light like the reflection of moonlight on the ocean cascaded over the hall, and through it shadows darted like knife-edged fish—Society guards, he realized a little late, moving between him and the light. A gentle roar and boom heralded the trundler automaton's actions: settling down again, after whatever it had done to contain someone.

Izzy exhaled, glancing after the Society guards and the poor infused worker. “Right. Well, it can’t be helped now.”

I finally scent Leaver at far edge of mamafield, past where my roots have ever dug. I don't feel safe so far outcircle, but he's traveled alone for years. He's been so far outside we wouldn't even scent his death. And that's what he deserves.

Mama holds us close, long roots circled deep.
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The alternative to boredom is remembrance. And that, he avoids at all costs.