【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第三章 英语原文(16)
Ignoring his question, George began wandering between the aisles, keeping his eyes on the stained-glass windows that ran the length of the church. They told some sort of story George couldn’t follow—some other god’s life and miseries, memorialized but rendered unrecognizable by time and fickle memory. Beyond the multicolored panes, the storm raged on.
“How long do you think this town will survive?” George asked. His voice bounced off the high ceilings, echoing loudly over the empty church.
“Hard to say,” Sapnap said from his seat. “It could collapse in a week, or it could be an empire if it’s stubborn enough.”
“Are those the only choices?” George stopped at a window and saw himself in the scarlet-stained reflection, his mouth twisted with bitterness. “To be forgotten, or to be great?”
“Yes,” Sapnap said simply.
George whirled around, only to find Sapnap exactly where he’d left him, still sprawled across the pew. But he was looking at George.
“How long do you think this town will survive?” George asked. His voice bounced off the high ceilings, echoing loudly over the empty church.
“Hard to say,” Sapnap said from his seat. “It could collapse in a week, or it could be an empire if it’s stubborn enough.”
“Are those the only choices?” George stopped at a window and saw himself in the scarlet-stained reflection, his mouth twisted with bitterness. “To be forgotten, or to be great?”
“Yes,” Sapnap said simply.
George whirled around, only to find Sapnap exactly where he’d left him, still sprawled across the pew. But he was looking at George.
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