The Observer's Log
October 14th. The Guest has been with us for three weeks now. He calls himself Arthur, and he speaks of a world where men fly in metal birds and the sum of all human knowledge is held in a glass slab in one's pocket. He arrived in the middle of the cornfield, dressed in a suit of a fabric I have never seen—smooth, dark, and strangely repellent of the rain. I have been tasked by the Master of...
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