The Vast

II. Traveler

 

“I got an idea for a story about stories,” rasped the shape at the end of the bar.

Nobody let him in, and the dark around him was thicker than what I could figure.

He told me he had been watching me for a long time.

All I saw were his teeth as he drank from a mug that never emptied.

He said, “We’re going to see some strange things.”

 

 

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