A bad day at Gorsky Manor, the sort of dreary day full of human indignities that makes the Wolf shrink and whimper, that makes you feel like any other no-college-experience fringer in a dying civilization. It's rare that you're ever physically exhausted, but Garou are vulnerable to a sort of extinction of the spirit. It happened to the surviving Broad Brook Garou, who spent the years since their disastrous last battle in various states of paralysis—except maybe Podge. It could happen to you.
You shake the feeling off and hop on your bike. You glance north, toward the caern.
And for a moment, you see something. A steel mountain. A tower of holographic light stretching up to heaven. A fortress of lies. You see it plain as day, and then you see the horizon burning and smell the reek of the world-corpse. The earth screams. And then it's all gone. No mountain of lies. Just a cold empty sky.
I pay some money to keep the cops off my trail.
I see if I can track down Nin.
I text Nomi about that date.
I find Roscoe's van.
I visit Hobland at his compound.
I visit Lucinda at her studio.
I head into the deep woods.
I return to the barrows.
I head to the urban blight.
I check my phone.
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