Previously in this series: Alexandre Dumas. You are a dog who has murdered just everyone. You are a man. You are a man. You are a woman, and no good to anybody. You were weak once, long ago, in a land where the sun shone. Now everyone you know is dead. A man once taught you how to love by beating you gently with his calloused hands. Now he is dead.

"It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man." Well, if he's not worried, I'm not going to worry either. "But all this—the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of…