Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Salon Fantastique / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - Салон Фантастик [2023, epub, ENG]

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LAL SAYS. CAPE Dylee is not like other places. Yes, it does resemble Leishai, Grannach Harbor, and the Karpache headland in being almost perpetually cold and misty, clearing only when the shrill laschi winds of late summer dispel the haze for a little while. Myths and legends—gods, even—always seem to be born in such places, possibly because one’s vision is generally so clouded. But Cape Dylee is different, all the same. My full name is Lalkhamsin-khamsolal. In other times and lands I have been known by such names as Sailor Lal, Swordcane Lal, Lal-Alone, and Lal-after-dark, but all that was very long ago. Now I am older than I ever expected to be, and I live here, in this desert hut, and I tell stories, which is what I was always meant to do, and people come far to hear them, as you have. Listen to me now, listen to an old woman, and perhaps I will make you very wise. Perhaps not. . . .