monument
The old south wall of the town, four hundred paces of ochre render along a lane where for six centuries people have sat in the evening sun: and the wall remembers them. Thousands of stains lie on it, faint grey shapes of seated people, shoulders, heads bent, a hand raised, darkest where the person sat most, overlapping where one generation took another's place. The Readers have traced every one. Families come to find their dead; lovers sit where a stain shows two shapes leaning together; and in ...
Located in The Ledger of Shadows.