IX | The Ferrymen
He left the Bibliotheca well after the turn of the Orb, stepping not into daylight but the cold blue glow of the orbis lunae. He held in the crook of an arm yet another stack of texts suggested to him by Chantilly, and as he walked along the deserted boardwalk he made something of a sport of trying to read their covers in the darkness.
Alas, the transport he usually relied upon to ferry him back to Greater Novum Venum had already departed ... and so he would have to walk around the bay to return to the barracks, a difference of about five miles. Regardless, he wore a heavy coat and the night was not as cold as Pepperlung had predicted, and he found himself whistling as he jauntily made the trek, wondering if any ferryman had ever run before, or simply disappeared, and w
