Tag: viriconium
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A Middle-Aged Man Returns to Viriconium
Vrico. Pastel City. The City, and the city, and city …of dreams. I first came here as a young man. Seventeen. Through a portal in one of those London termini, I’d almost swear it was St Pancras. The old one of tunnels, caves, and condensation in huge waiting rooms. Except there was a bookshop, selling […]