Chapter 16: The Thirteenth Cry of Brine-Eyed Solomon — hollow.lexicon

Chapter 16: The Thirteenth Cry of Brine-Eyed Solomon — hollow.lexicon

He named his knives after biblical plagues and swore each blade whispered secrets in a language only the meat remembered. Brine-Eyed Solomon, birthless and unslept, lived beneath the carbon pulse of the city’s nailbitten alleys, where vermin whispered sermons into mildew rot and pigeons wept blood from their beaks when he passed. His smile was a dislocated thing, all tendon and suggestion, like a thought half-formed in the throat of an animal mi…