The Origin of Everything
A few weeks ago, when I told you I had begun The Hollow City, I asked you a question I had never asked anyone before. Hollowmere runs on bound souls. Coal existed. Gas existed. So why would a city choose the dead over the easy fuel sitting right there? I said I had always known the answer and never told you, and I asked whether you wanted the story of it — a short, dark prequel about the choice that doomed everyone who came after.
You answered. More of you than I...