And, at the farthest reaches of the Bay of Revachol -- the shadow of Coalition Warship Archer, on perpetual patrol duty, ready to unleash artillery fire if you were to rise up against the market. You shudder.
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And, at the farthest reaches of the Bay of Revachol -- the shadow of Coalition Warship Archer, on perpetual patrol duty, ready to unleash artillery fire if you were to rise up against the market. You shudder.
No more. The coal was supplanted by petroleum from the ocean floor and hydropower from the Esperance. Everything crumbled. These days, only the weakest remain in Coal City. Their hopes of getting rich linger in the defunct shafts under their feet.
The raised motorway, 8/81, with vehicles whooshing past one another day and night, while those who reside beneath the motorway attempt to carry on with their lives in the snow and the slush. And south of the 8/81 is the Pox.
Around you, the snow continues to fall. To the west, the ocean swells.
Further out, the lights burn bright on Résurrection; way beyond Martinaise -- a popular spa destination for ample-bodied Ozonne kids with equally ample pockets.
Near. Snow falls into dark water. She prays, though she doesn't believe. There is a hum in the air.
The snow falls lazily, making the beach sand paler still, mixing with the rust-coloured sewage run-off.
Coalition aerostatics hang like apparitions under the cloud cover. Occasionally, lights flash as they manoeuvre through the falling snow.
The mausoleum contains untold quantities of gold -- and that special, purest-of-the-pure magenta cocaine favoured by Revacholian royalty.
Like all monuments, it's also a warning. Six-story ruins on the south side of the roundabout cast a long shadow over the profligate king.
The waters turn black. Coal City in the shadow of Saint-Martin, a boom town, back when coal extracted from countless shafts near the city was needed to power Revachol.
It has been a cold year. All things waiting for spring will have to wait a bit longer.
You're warm in your hat and your coat. Like a well-equipped explorer, you comfortably survey the white landscape.
You should be warm, with your hat and your coat, but you notice that you're missing a shoe. You feel like a traveller ill-equipped to survey the landscape you have set out to explore.
You should be warm, with your hat and your coat, but you notice that you don't have any shoes on. You feel like a traveller ill-equipped to survey the landscape you have endeavoured to explore.
Two kilometres underground, in a winding shaft along whose walls mirrors have been placed so that daylight may eternally fall upon the richest of all the kings.