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THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 77
- What kind of blood? the Fox asked, mentally returning to the tents.“The person must have already begun to twitch from my absence. I wonder how this strange veil looks from the side of the Circus?“The offering to the city is simple. Infusion of any herbs with Hellebore, without which it is impossible to call on the city, and the blood of the summoning witch. Claudia explained. You will only have one try. Better sleep. I will wake you up in time.- I'll be upstairs! - Lis announced and went to her old apartment.- Wait, still explain to me: with all his ugliness, how could he lure you away? The witch couldn't resist.— Human attitude! came the immediate reply, which confused the Tea Witch.I didn't want to spend too much time with the Witch. Yes, and sleeping under her roof was scary. The only comfort was that Claudia needed Lis alive. Lounging on the bed, she looked wistfully at the balcony, remembering how in the evenings she stood and waited for the Masked Man and the townspeople
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 78
In the tents, the weirdos sat in horror in the corners quieter than the water below the grass, hardly realizing what they were more afraid of. The incomprehensible behavior of the City, almost immediately after the Lady left the Circus, caused a general panic. But it was worse from the vibrating wave of tension emanating from the Man.What he feared came true, and there was nothing he could do to get his… who ? Your puppet? Your student? Your Lady of the Circus? Your sweetheart? Your continuation? Who was she to him? One of these faces or all of them at the same time? He was not looking for an answer to this question, only rushing about like a wounded lion in a cage. He can't get out into the city. And no one will enter from the City. Perhaps soon between awakenings in Saintfour, his refuge would be to sleep in the earth with the nauseating smell of Hellebore. And he will never see his beast again.When the fog rose above the level of the trees, the whole Circus saw it. Something grea
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 79
“It's all acceptance! How could they load us with admissions for several months in advance, and order us to deal with all this in an evening! he thought displeasedly, quickening his pace. Jenny needs to check. She was sitting with papers when there was a power outage! What's wrong with this foggy city?!"— Andy! his boss called out with the same sleepy look. - Did you close the reception?— No way, sir! The guy answered honestly. - It's impossible to do in the evening! You can keep us all night, but with these network outages, things will not move any further!The chief cursed profusely. With a smile, the assistant projectionist regretted that there was no notebook and pen at hand. Some phrases of the authorities were worthy to be immortalized in stone.- Alright enough! he waved his hand in annoyance. - I command everyone to stop! Take your sister in your armful, and tomorrow at nine we will return to our rams. This week we are spinning everything old, but on Friday we start posting
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 80
“Today, we burned the entire population of a small town to destroy something truly beautiful? Did we have any right to do so? If the Almighty created this creation and allowed it to exist for so long, how can we consider it ungodly?Cigarettes became a bad habit that I did not want to get rid of. On the contrary, each time a gloomy satisfaction and a secret desire rose up inside, so that one day, accumulated in the lungs, the soot would rise to the very throat in a black wave and end its existence the way it deserves - in that very stench of burning human flesh. After the destruction of the City, he felt the growing filth inside him, and tried not to take breaks between departures somewhere on missions. Even the wildest rumors about the supernatural, he was eager to check in the forefront. Most often, in fact, monsters turned out to be either wild animals or people. Not a single worthy challenge that could end his life in a worthy confrontation.In matters of good and evil, Eric has a
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 81
However, her eyes grew a little more worried as she looked around at the strangely behaving townspeople. Hope visibly tensed as she watched them go in different directions like blind kittens. But the reaction was quite natural. It is the calm contemplation of sleepwalking people that would be an alarming bell. If not a witch, then her assistant.“You'd better get back there. Last question, how long has the Tea Witch Shop been closed? The way she looked incredulously at the Reverend Hope was the most eloquent answer.Even more eloquent would be the text “How closed ?! It's impossible!"."The Tea Witch's shop? So, openly and brazenly call your monastery, being one of the servants of the unclean? Although, such offensive impudence is quite in the spirit of witches. Hide in front of everyone, and leave a big inscription, they say, witches live here. The chances that all this will pass by the eyes of the hunter are great! he noted involuntarily.Eric followed the departing girl with a look
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 82
“Sit down, Eric,” she pointed to a chair at a small elegant table, “this City is special. Even among your own brethren. The rest, like fishermen with a net, caught everyone who passed by. But this one… he invites into his arms those who want to forget themselves and disappear from the outside world. The unfortunate people who are persecuted and hounded, tortured and killed, always easily found him. Unfortunately for them, we were the ones who settled in the City first, being deprived of our essence at home.Speech flowed like a river while the witch conjured over aromatic drinks, deftly wielding an old Turk. A captivating aroma quickly swam around the room, causing the guy to show an involuntary interest in the proposed pastime. A small, hand-painted tray with two steaming cups was carefully placed on the table.- What makes you think that I'm interested in listening to this? Eric asked incredulously, eyeing the offered drink suspiciously.The witch chuckled, scooped a teaspoon of cof
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 83
“If during the day people, and at night the rest, then at dusk the City will restore order!” he thought quickly, trying to find a hidden door under the curtains.Teresa looked at him with mockery and a touch of pity. The witch was not afraid of retribution for her words or actions. She felt a strange certainty that she was right. And something stronger than the fear of death. Finally, the Chapter Brother's hands found a groove. The wall under the palms moved. Exit found.“Remember, Eric,” he flew in after him, when he had already left the witch’s abode, “it is in hatred that we create from time to time what destroys us!”The witch's words didn't want to leave her head. As if there were not enough vague thoughts before. Eric ran to the meeting point at the old cinema, knowing in advance that he was late for a long time. He spent a lot more time with Teresa than he thought. Either the magic of the witch herself, or her drink, or the conversation that bites into the heart like a drill, s
THE MYSTERY CITY CHAPTER 84
- But I have something on her ... - a sharp poking with an elbow in the side interrupted the vulgar phrase before it was completed. - Come on, you bore!I really wanted to smoke. This was surprising, because as far as he could remember, he had never touched a cigarette. So where does this strange impulse come from? And something unimaginable happened in my soul. A ball of strange conflicting feelings haunted. As if he had done something and now he cannot recover from the shock. But what did he do?The next morning, the guy tried to immerse himself in work, since it was dreary enough to make him forget about everything in the world. Acceptance mountain. Too many new films. Everything needs to be checked, a ton of papers filled out, and a schedule of film screenings drawn up for the future. Not his job, but everyone does it except the cleaners and security guards.After lunch, it began to rain, which caused stormy delight in everyone. Colleagues seemed to miss the vagaries of nature. Ev