Paganism
Column: The City at the Gates of the Dead
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I. I was looking for my cat, but I met him instead, there on that blasted hill in the Otherworld. I wake into the city, the city which stretches from borough to borough, neighborhood to neighborhood, downtown to downtown across the earth. I wake into a city that does not know my gods, the Singers in the Dark. I am a foreigner, though I’m ‘from here.’