Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Necropolitics.

Crœsus he ain’t.

BUILD A WALL AND CRIME WILL FALL, the oracle intoned, and the small-fingered king clapped and chortled at the sound of it. But in his glee he failed to note: the oracle had not specified which crime would fall…

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Viriconium.

Fridays.

William T. Vollmann.

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