A kangaroo told me there was a hole in the stars, and the sight of it made me afraid...

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A quiet, gentle tale of the librarian at the library at the end of the world, who lends a book to a man from across the edge of the world.

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There were twin cities, once. Because of the stone they could quarry, one city was black and the other was white. They were called by those that lived there The City of Shadows and the City of Light, though their official names had far less poetry in them. They sat on either side of a great tidal river that was so wide it was hard to see one bank from the other.

Jem and Ez met in their boats in the middle of the river. Ez gave Jem a curling stone – the key to fulfill a prophecy so old it had been forgotten by all but the angels. When Jem turns the key, the cities will never be the same again.

Thanks for listening. I hope you enjoy the story. If you do, and want more – become a podcast patron on Patreon! Patrons receive bonus stories not found here (there are many waiting for you already, and another added every four weeks), and other goodies - including my undying thanks. Literally undying... even after I'm dead and gone, my thanks'll be hanging around, haunting stuff. You can find out more about what’s on offer and subscribe at ⁠patreon.com/canitellyouastory⁠

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