Thu, 1 February 2018
Truth found little purchase in a barren sown with lies, and this went doubly so for the Devil.
When time turned funny, most folk looked to one another as they struggled through their day-to-day, figuring things out and doing their best to set up four walls for them and theirs. Some had always liked lacing up the shoes of a nomad and wandering across the dust. If you had a purpose, it gave a body something to fix upon, a reason to keep stepping. However, wearing those nomad shoes out in the barren these days, the days after The Whatever, that was makings for more of a finite kind of future. A body needed the company.
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter One:
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