The years when Dar Oakley lived among the city Crows in ignorance of his own history were also the years when the great arrangements of time, space, thought, and activity that he calls Ymr (where what People believe to be so is so, where they live enclosed in their own inventions) began ever more rapidly to fall apart: as though thought alone had kept them in working order, and thought was failing. Over centuries People—some People—had become more and more sure they could do anything, make anything, change anything: and so they could. They had even—too late to stop—changed the earth and the
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