he flees counter-Clockwise.
Lufkinhales (he is [t]his breath), and fervor fills his face; between nowheresy and pre[s[ci]en]tense he treads a thin and sparsim space. “a kiss could be the cover of a quandary if careful, and the quarter of another be the boundary of balefulfillment’stationary…
it would not be recognized by many in this day and this age. when the [one who would be] Fleet first saw it, he blinked, and slowly—not too slowly—turned the page. he read on for a measure, as much in ears as…
he’s chosen a hotel next to a ‘works, again, i notice. i enter, ring the bell at the desk of the Laughing Lotus. the proprietor blanches when i show my badge, and takes me to the suite without a word. he glances…
“he was here, and no mistake. his sign pervades this place.” i speak as measured as i’m able. it helps me if i pace. “you would know it, if any would,” says Lufkin, calm as i remember. he always had that talent.…