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a history reborn

There is always time for rewrites… Here is the updated history of a young Reuben Remus. __________ “It was 1918 – war’s end – time to rebuild. The resurgence of intellectualism reinvigorating Poland attracted Benjamin and Martha Remus to the Mokotòw district of … Continue reading

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A new chapter

With respect to god Major Faust and Sergeant Richter removed the Remus family from the pages of their own history book, stealing away their faces, and the faces of fathers and mothers that lived before them, so the Clematis Ballroom might … Continue reading

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____________  ____________ do not be afraid to peek around corners. You may just discover glimpses into heaven ______________________________________________________

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Lost Cities

Rumors from the City of Babylon; circa 589 a.d. “Turn right when the North star falls behind a concrete cloud. How many paces you must walk from there is decided by god. Listen closely. Even god’s guidance is obscured by the dead … Continue reading

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Mood Rings

Illustration: Andreas Cellarius — Harmonia Macrocosmica 

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From heaven to hell, so the story goes

“…Reuben Remus mowed deeper into Ustronie. Abandoned buildings began to show through the foliage. Broken wood splinetered out, fallen brick walls piled under the grass, houses hung from the tops of gigantic pine trees, and the Gryfino Forest continued to … Continue reading

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The in-between spaces

“… They departed for Paris without first saying farewell to the colossal, spiraling pine trees that guarded their path. Juno searched for the creases — they were everywhere, after all — and once she had found one she simply peeled away … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: A Flower’s Calling

A Flower’s Calling “Wakey – wakey,” said the Witch Queen, opening the door to Camille’s cell. It had only been a few hours but the Witch Queen looked far frailer than she had during their first encounter. Her voice was … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Ten

In which a Witch reveals herself The insects carried Camille for two full days and nights until they arrived at the tunnel that led into the decrepit land of Undercrest. The land was neither below nor above Fiddlewood, and Fiddlewood … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Nine

An Interrogation Insect poop dripped from 5-Year-Old Con’s face, but his relief overshadowed the foul stench. His joy began to drain, however, when he saw Lord Doodle Head slumped against the tree he had crashed into. “Doodle Head!” he cried, … Continue reading

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