Reach out and touch it
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From: In Their Wake
Is this skin?
Success
The veins of the earth
It's warm, blood-warm, a living thing. The tunnel is terribly dark; darkness encroaches the edges of your vision.
[…]
No – there's nothing there. It's just a wall of stone and earth. But there's a lingering scent of ammonia that makes you dizzy; […]Description summary:
The second paragraph varies with 
Airs of the Dig Site. Values marked by * are assumed.
[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]
| Airs | Second Paragraph |
|---|---|
| 1 | –public thought nothing of his illness until they were startled yesterday morning by the bulletin announcing a restless night and unsatisfactory symptoms– |
| 2 | –rapping at the window. a shadow on the roof, a claw, asking to be let in, let me in– |
| 3 | –bring the laudanum; my head aches; draw the curtains close– |
| 4* | –the knife, the knife, the knife– |
| 5 | –why is it so dark in here? Open a curtain, let in some sunlight, open it– |
| 6 | –stone now, all stone, and gone across the water, but I kept his heart– |
| 7 | –more wine, more wine, more wine– |
| 8 | –a gage for every soul; and a soul for every gage– |
| 9 | –one day you will forgive– |
| 10 | –cannot bear to live without him, please, whatever the price– |
| 11 | –the due must be paid– |
| 12 | –let their names be burnt– |
| 13 | –all manner of thing – all manner– |
| 14 | –a serpent, now, and let him sting me if he will– |
| 15 | –write it on blacker than black; six sigils– |
| 16 | –let the sapling of their treaty be a vine around your finger– |
| 17 | –sit with me under the cedar– |
| 18 | –woe betide the beggar king– |
| 19 | –hands were so warm, and he was so gentle– |
| 20 | –there is nothing East– |
| 21* | –there is nothing West– |
| 22 | –draw the glass; make it bigger; back to the furnace; heat the disc– |
| 23 | –through the mirror, let them know, light their way, bring them close– |
| 24 | –candle and mirror and candle and knife and mirror and knife– |
| 25 | –into the well she will go, to draw them– |
| 26 | –no mouth, no mouth, no mouth– |
| 27 | –powder and ball, load it fast, ram it in, they are nearly over the hill– |
| 28 | –dead? What do you mean my horse is– |
| 29 | –nothing left of him now but the meat and soon nothing at all– |
| 30 | –lips were so blue, vivid, like the silk– |
| 31 | –what have I done? My love– |
| 32 | –drape it over your head, confess, you are the first. You are always the first– |
| 33 | –ten children, ten beautiful children you have given me– |
| 34 | –born to the red– |
| 35 | –no good any more. New names, new maps– |
| 36 | –red and gold. Make it red and gold, not blue, never blue– |
| 37 | –a glass disc, the colour of the sun in a faded memory- |
| 38 | –he lost everything– |
| 39 | –cross this dark sea, away, away, to a shore without mirrors– |
| 40 | –and on the pedestal these words appear– |
| 41 | –we will eat of the flesh of a god– |
| 42 | –traveller returning– |
| 43 | –a castle of ice for a hungry monarch– |
| 44 | –slumbering in the roof– |
| 45 | –a cavern the size of Europe– |
| 46 | –they have shown us a sky behind the glass– |
| 47 | –what rough beast, its hour come round at last– |
| 48 | –slouches towards Marigold to be born– |
| 49 | –locked are the double doors of the horizon– |
| 50 | –parents! No laws! No Masters! But also no roof over your head, no money, and often– |
| 51 | –E SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE S– |
| 52 | –twist our vanes, slouch our backs, let them see nothing of our shape– |
| 53 | –and what roses will bloom beneath this sun we have made– |
| 54 | –for a moment, there– |
| 55 | –otarootooth– |
| 56 | –arrows everywhere, bristling like brambles from their bodies– |
| 57 | –look always to love– |
| 58 | –no time to prepare London for dissolution– |
| 59 | –a census? Now, of all times– |
| 60 | –hurtling forever towards the earth– |
| 61 | –the heart they do not have– |
| 62 | –extend their Friendship and Aid to London in this time of upheaval– |
| 63 | –proposed revisions to the Book of Acts, volume XVI– |
| 64 | –the number? What is the– |
| 65 | –was forcibly removed from the Chamber after an altercation over the budget– |
| 66 | –close, immortality is cheap, and the screaming– |
| 67 | –there is nothing North– |
| 68 | –there is nothing South– |
| 69 | –SO SHALL HE NEVER DIE– |
| 70 | –RECORD YOUR NAME AND CRIME– |
| 71 | –where the air is velvet– |
| 72 | –set aside your sword– |
| 73 | –forbid remembrance– |
| 74 | –Indra, Perun, Thor, Xolotl– |
| 75 | –five? Were we not six – have we forgotten– |
| 76 | –WHERE THERE IS VERY LITTLE SCREAMING– |
| 77 | –(I was never really here.)– |
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Redirects to: Beneath Moloch Street
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