A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.
— China Miéville
Perdido Street Station
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A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.
— China Miéville
Perdido Street Station
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved