Tours of the Black Clock (Steve Erickson) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

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THREE DAYS LATER, GIORGIO comes up through the floor of my room. I’m lying on my bed, my hands at my sides stale with my failure to avenge things irrefutably heinous. I lie on my bed considering all our fatherhoods. Giorgio calls me from across the room, his head poking up out of the ground. Listen my friend, he says, the regatta’s tomorrow. If you want to go, you must come with me now. I move myself with great effort to sit up, and place my feet heavily on the floor. There’s only one thing, I tell him. Of course, says Giorgio. Someone, I tell him, is coming with us.