Down and Out in Gadding-Thoth 1

Welcome to Gadding-Thoth, the Twin Cities: the chamber pot and the golden turd; the drunkard embracing the courtesan; the ribald Sun and antique Moon.

Gadding. The Free Port, large and licentious, of the shysters and hucksters, thieves and whores, rats and pigeons. All the world’s peoples pour through its gates and then talk at length about how much better life was in the motherland. It is filthy and vibrant, and in its capacious bay.

Thoth. The Hanging Garden, ancient and storied, of the echoing chambers and pagan temples, treasure hunters and mummified kings, traps and treasures. An age ago its people were so proudful that the gods sank it beneath the waves. A year ago, Gadding’s people were so proudful that they refloated it from the deep.