In my beginning is my end. – T. S. Eliot, East Coker
Report II. Filed from the Long Walk. The young woman with the binoculars is called Luzia Prado, and she is a naturalist of the Lyceum, which studies the scholars of Recto as a species. She took me for a walk to explain the town. The walk was fourteen kilometres long, and we did not finish it. The Lyceum lives on the Long Walk, a covered colonnade of limestone piers that runs the whole length of the Band, so that a scholar can go all the way round without getting wet. Somewhere along it, nobody can say where, the turning happens. Walk the Circuit once and you come back to your own door turned: mirrored, with respect to everyone who stayed behind. Your parting has changed sides. You write from right to left without trying. You box from the left. The Prosector of the Theatre, who has examined most of them, tells me that the heart moves too. Walk it twice and you are restored. The Turned are not rare, perhaps one in fifteen. Fighters walk it on purpose, because a left-hander is hard to h...
From the lore of The Möbius Academy.