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Tochi onyebuchi goliath7/4/2023 ![]() ![]() He had thanked each and every Cassandra, noted that he would heed their advice, but inwardly, he was grinning. ![]() The land was red and burning where he was headed, and if he were not careful, he’d burn too. ![]() People who knew people he knew offered their numbers and their contacts, so that once Jonathan arrived, he could pass word of his safe landing. Their crimes, their violence, their predilections grew more and more specific, the anecdotes spawning increasingly specific limbs until Jonathan was made to believe that he could discern the very contours of the lusus naturae waiting for him in New Haven. The admonitions were grave and ominous every time they issued from someone’s mouth, but the closer he came to the frontier, the grimmer the admonition. Before his flight to Earth, they had warned Jonathan about the “gangs.” Even at the Stamford Station where his shuttle had docked, even on the bullet train that spirited him north past brick apartment buildings and houses with gables and turrets, manicured lawns, circular drives, bay windows, even past the shorefront homes of South Norwalk with sailboats parked on the sand or tethered to metal docks fashioned to look as though they were made out of peeling wood, made to look as though they had been there forever, past the kayaks and the fountains and the parks populated by poplars and willow trees, they warned him about the gangs. ![]()
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