081413 #worm The boathouse is right where it's supposed to be. It looks even mossier now, even more slumped into the soggy river bank. Krim and Ltiky stand there at its mouth, the whispering black water behind them, the wild slope above and before them occluding the city. Halfway up the hill, the house to which this humble little structure once belonged looks abandoned now as well. People used to live there; when Krim and Ltiky used to come here, they would often see lights on in its windows. But even then, it had been forever since the boathouse had been functional.