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I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me
The remnants of humanity were as haunting as they were beautiful, hollowed and looted and reclaimed slowly by nature, but still stubborn, stalwart – a testament to those who reigned supreme before the collapse, and a humble reminder of such hubris.
He was such a vulture to pick these bones, not for cloth, not for stone, not for trinkets or treasures, but for pages, paper, books - knowledge. It was a new land to him, after all, and though much of this ruination lay bare, he still plucked his way through this corpse. Liam was patient. Liam was resourceful.
It was a strange and ominous place, this city, echoed with ghosts of times past and obvious home to the occasional wanderer, the opportunistic squatter that has since moved on. It was lonely, he had thought, fingers tracing over brick, pale eyes following after and hooking into every detail of his surroundings, breathing deep such crisp air, his eyes working far before his nose had. He hadn’t heard the horse, it was on the other side of the building anyhow, and so he crept in through the back gates and up through the door.
Dilapidated shelves were left barren as expected, taken by rot and weather, any scripture there was had long since disintegrated, pitiable in its destruction. Hands scrounged for what he could salvage before he froze, perchance hearing a creak from somewhere within the dwelling, before he inhaled deep, finding the scent of some stranger. His body locked up somewhat, wary, as he looked up from the shelf.
”Is… Someone here?” he hazarded to the silence, hackles prickling. ”Hello?”
Liam stood a little straighter, creeping through the house, further to the front rooms, and to the stairs, peering up them with uncertainty.
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