[ He almost doesn't hear Peregrine on his way out the door, but by chance or by will of the Fates that murmured question catches his ears, and that draws Orpheus up short. He pauses, a look of horror dawning on his face, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the envelope and breaking the seal.
The photo is a wide shot of the dusty main street of the railway stop - where he was born, where he grew up, where he spent most of his life. He's not surprised. But what does hit him is the people in it - the house band from the bar are set up in the street, playing to a crowd of travelers and the few people who actually live in town. At the front he can just make out the back of his own head, and standing on either side of him are Mister Hermes and Lady Persephone.
He chokes, and shoves it back in the envelope. ]
No. He can't - if he could make the people just disappear, Miss Hester would've said that instead, right?
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The photo is a wide shot of the dusty main street of the railway stop - where he was born, where he grew up, where he spent most of his life. He's not surprised. But what does hit him is the people in it - the house band from the bar are set up in the street, playing to a crowd of travelers and the few people who actually live in town. At the front he can just make out the back of his own head, and standing on either side of him are Mister Hermes and Lady Persephone.
He chokes, and shoves it back in the envelope. ]
No. He can't - if he could make the people just disappear, Miss Hester would've said that instead, right?