Crepuscular Angles
Obscura, Prae
Do you see? I am the orchard. We are the orchard. You, too, are the orchard, in a different way from I. It is from all of us that fruits are grown, taken, ground to pulp and left to turn to ash before the never-ending new."
An illiterate scholar - The Keys - and a former priest - The Lantern - climb to the roof of a dying world to reclaim their names. The megastructure that was once their home, and their prison, lies in a state of ruin that is...
