The Rectodus Society Review

Aldous Vane stood. He was tall, and when he spoke, the room became a tomb.

Another man stood. Then another. They began to walk—not efficiently, not directly, but in wavering, zigzagging paths, bumping into chairs and each other. They were learning to deviate. It was the most inefficient thing the Rectodus Society had ever done. And it was glorious. the rectodus society

“What do I do now?” he whispered.

He let go of the lever. His face, for the first time in forty-three years, cracked. It was not a smile. It was something far worse. It was a question. Aldous Vane stood