We had to decide. Or rather, I had to decide, because decision-making in Nome was a communal choreography and I’d become a nuisance of initiative.
One dawn a whistle blew that had no origin. It wasn't part of Nome's usual soundscape; it threaded notes wrong. People stopped in their tracks and turned, as if something inside them had recognized a ghost. For once the metronome stuttered. journeying in a world of npcs v10 nome
"Why would anyone stay?" I asked the boy less like curiosity and more like accusation. We had to decide