Chapter TenFelix doesn’t remember leaving the Church of Holy Waters, or retracing his steps through the streets. He does remember the overcast sky outside; darkness that seemed to spill into the city below, diluting everything with shades of grey and shadow. He remembers the lightning, illuminating the church’s crumbling walls, the Sins that seemed to watch him, grinning monstrously in the window glass, and the sound of the city, like he has never heard it before. There were no distinct noises of their own, only an orchestra of chaos, at once screams and shouts and the roar of traffic and the sea, crashing inside his head: this, God’s earth, a chorus of cries.
At his flat, he finds wine in the refrigerator. Returning to his post on the balcony, he takes a swig, swilling the liquid around
