The Commorancy: Books 4-5 by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Al K. Line
Published: 2015-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

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When Fasolt arrived back in the kitchen after Letje let him know about the meeting through The Noise and he was up to date on events thus far, Marcus tried to explain just what had led to his conclusions.

"I know this is going to sound odd, but he's the middle." Marcus got nothing but blank faces so continued. "I met Artek when he was twenty seven years old, and he stayed here for only two years. He left about a hundred and twenty or thirty years ago, and was born right about a century and a half after The Lethargy first became known. It's not exact, I may be out by a bit, I'd have to check his records properly, unless Arcene remembers from the time-stamps on the recordings?"

"Sorry, we saw so many, I'd have to check too," said Arcene.

"Okay, never mind for now. But look, he's like the crux, the mid-point for us all. Well, for The Commorancy anyway. He was born almost half way between its inception and now."

"Give or take, what? Ten twenty, or more years," said Fasolt dubiously.

"Well, yes. But Fasolt, you more than anyone should know when something simply feels right. That you just know." Marcus took off his felt hat and scratched the corner of his eye, ripples of red blowing across the pupil like dust in the desert.

Fasolt merely nodded.

"It's more than that. We've checked, me and Arcene, and guests began to dwindle not long after Artek left."

"How long after?" asked Letje.

"About ten or twenty years, it's not easy to pinpoint exactly, it was never linear by the looks of it," said Arcene. "Some decades were much busier than others, it seemed to go in waves."

"Right," said Marcus. "But there is definitely a downward trend not long after he left."

"What, you mean as Varik and The Eventuals really began to gain ground and more people joined his church?" Letje didn't understand how Marcus was jumping to conclusions in the way he was.

"Okay, maybe that's true, but it still doesn't explain one thing."

"Which is...?"

"I tried to impress him."

Letje just raised an eyebrow, not seeing the connection.

"Look, not to boast or anything, and no offense to Fasolt either, but you do know who I am, right? You live here, have seen what I created? I never, ever, ever try to impress people just because I want them to like me, but that's what I did with this man. Sure, I have tried to impress people countless times, it's part of the whole experience, part of the mythology, the whole thing, but this was different. I wanted him to like me even though I wasn't actually sure I liked him or even wanted him to have a Room."

It took a while but finally it seemed like the man, Artek, was really somebody a little unique. Impossibly self-assured, confident bordering on arrogant, but always polite and deferential. For some reason he couldn't explain Marcus had doubts about him after he was given his Room, but by then it was too late.

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