They were sheets of lined paper and torn-off pizza box lids from Utopia, all sharpied up. Words and pictures. Names and dates and stuff like THE SERPENT THIRSTS. THE WASPS SMILE. CLOSE LUNA. Stuff about towers and rope men. Drawings of crude little upside-down arches—like static blips on a life support screen, or a stack of broken birds’ wings—and intricate spirals sprouting more spirals. Google Maps printouts of the town with lines drawn all over, like vines or veins, crosshatches and more of those little arches. Photocopies of photos and newspaper clippings taped together. Hundreds of
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