The Flaneur

The Flaneur

The Devil's Ringmaster

Chapter Eight: Chicken/Egg

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Iain Martin
Jul 19, 2025
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Wind whipped across the purple-grey plains which stretched into the distance, lifting tiny clouds of dust and sand and dancing with the molecules of silica.

The distance across the plains cannot be reckoned in tiny human integers like miles or kilometres. It is wider than continents, deeper than time, as vast as an ocean. The wraith marched. He marched,…

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