Tidelands: II-Five (29)

Menagerie. Ghost. Cells.

For the third day running, the fog refuses to lift. As Percy’s water taxi makes its way towards Mayor Friedler’s residence, the canal-side lamps are of little use, merely serving to diffuse through the mist an ethereal whiteness that obscures as much as it illuminates. Even his mechanical pilot must inch its way, feeling blindly out with the old-school fallbacks of radar and ultrasonics.