Sibellus Noir, Part VII
Lore of the Principia Infecta

The seventh installment of Sibellus Noir is available in PDF format.

The flank of what must be a statue halfway blocks the dark corridor. A saint's hip, or the sleeve of an Imperial hero, once thirty spans tall and proud upon the old Citytop - then swallowed by structures raised by machine-men. Drowned in greystone, given to the Pit. I lean back against it, shoulder and one hard boot heel. The lumen beyond long ago faded to a dull glow, a companion to the red pinprick of another bad lho-stick. I blow out the tainted smoke, watch it spiral and fold on itself in the half-lit passage.

The life-warrant is a weight in my shot-coat, and on my mind. A poison charm to keep the watchers at bay - and a thin hope out here, away from the Pit's whispered, suspicious bustle. I pull it out again, turn it over in my machine hand, fingers clicking on warrant metal. Not much to show for a pledged life, thrown to the wastes by the Man.

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[ Posted by Reason on January 30, 2011 ]