AMOS & CIAN -- BUTCHER STREET: 3:10PM.
“City doesn’t make any damn sense recently,” Cian grumbled. The disasters were just coming one after another without any explanation. Even Fee seemed mystified, and she usually knew everything. “Everyone’s curious, no one knows anything. Same story, different day.”
He shook his head, added, “Bet I know what rumors you mean.” And it figured the church was worrying. Him, he just figured the messiah was a charlatan, and it was no skin off his as long as he stayed out of his business, but…. “Been living here all along, rebuilding these last couple weeks, talking to people, relocating them. Never seen the guy everyone’s talking about, never met him, never met anyone who’s met him. Fourth-hand account is the best I got, and it’s so exaggerated, I doubt it’s true.”