Alex sat on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and waited for Kawashira-san and his soldiers to show up. The Met was more or less in its original form, saved via a concerted effort by the people of New York to rescue one of the city’s few remaining landmarks. It had been covered in a thick protective coating that made the limestone look like bone-colored wax. Anything less and the Indiana limestone would have melted away long ago….
Categories: Arts/Literature