“I glanced back at the statue, and from a distance, it did look like me. It looked like how I had once been, when I’d almost turned to stone – became a statue. Looking back at her was like looking in the mirror and seeing me covered in those cracks again. But was it me? And if so, why had someone created a statue? And why had they placed it in the centre of Snake Weed? “…you died a long time ago in this place,” I suddenly remembered Jack telling me in the dream we had shared. “There’s a stat...ue of you…” As I stood glancing back at the statue in the square, that dream I’d had of Jack and I standing together at that remote railway station in some far off wasteland came flooding back. “A statue?” I had frowned back at him. “Why is there a statue of me?” “You and Potter became legends,” Jack had said, rubbing his whiskered chin. “Now things must have been pretty fucked up if that fuck-wit Potter became a legend.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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