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Chapter 37

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Chapter 37 Quietude, an uncomplicated word. Esmie once wrote That the beginning of wisdom is the ability to state facts precisely. If words are not correct, and what is spoke, is not what is meant. Then what remains is fractured. Morals, Art and Justice, the people’s perception of them, is damaged. Make no mistake, the […]

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Chapter 26

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Chapter 26 She loves me. T’was night, and the stars above them glistened like crushed diamonds on blankets of pitch-black velvet. The amber moon (los) and the silver moon (Nula) shone down. Like lucid maidens picking apart forget-me-nots and scattering them into the solitude of the silent night. She loves me not. Was this all […]