Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]
[ careful to stay out of sight where he can, listening for the din of voice and movement to know which entryways to dart past, which to lighten his feet across...
...it's not until he's paces away from that final step (legs burning, shirtback damp with sweat) that it occurs to him to wonder if all this might, technically, constitute trespassing.
Just stands there for a few seconds, staring blankly at the archway. ]