238: The Ark Won't Save Us Twice

All the roads are drowned. We are forced to swim. Overnight, the seas have risen. Those who didn't swim have drowned. Those who have no mountains have drowned. We sit on our northern cliffs and watch as the illusory blue crawls up the mountain side. Even here, we will suffer the crawling death and sink into oblivion. No safety boats for our rescue. No harbours to welcome us home. We burned it. And now it drowns us all.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

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