windowless study LXIV

The staircase appeared sometime between 11pm last night and 7am this morning. Nobody knows how it got here but here it is. It defies all logic: a (seemingly) self-suspended wooden staircase leading from the door on Mr Silt’s roof to an indeterminate point somewhere in the sky. It’s got one hell of a reach. I’m telling you, there must be at least 50,000 stairs. Mr Trawl tried to shoot at them and received his own bullet in his own eye for his troubles.