This was kind of terrifying to read, in that weird skin-crawling way where you realize that the person whose point of view you are reading from is not right, and yet you are totally unable to look away because it's just so alien that it is deeply, deeply fascinating.
What really pinged me the most was that narrative style you use really feels slow, leisurely and languid, and that makes such a great contrast to the desperation that would have characterized people in this time period, and I really liked that.
...I never really got what Morpheus meant in the Sandman, about the Corinthian originally created to be man's dark reflection. But after reading this, I think I kind of do. Ohgod. *flees*