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XXVIII – The Lion Roars
The villa and its neighboring urbana sit upon a plateau in the heart of an ancient caldera, its half-moon crown veiled by a lush blanket of oak forests. Minor crops and grazing meadows share this upland, surrounded by a majestic valley of orchards, vineyards, and groves. Three high walls adorned with vibrant murals enclose the village, with a long two-story housing unit making up the fourth. Skipio lived in those dorms for a time after Father blamed their comfortable villa for his lack of work…-
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XXIX: Nucum Messis
Long before the human curse, a colossal vent erupted, flooding the vast icy landscape with its molten blood. The searing ooze cooled and, with time, became the blackest, most fertile soil. A cauldron valley is all that remains of Vulcan's fiery child, its majestic crown now a half-moon stretch of peaks that cast shadows a mile wide. Dawn’s first light creeps over the range, its gentle warmth felt throughout the plantation. Southern winds soon follow, catching the village procession on their descent,…-
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The Lion & The Owl
A vengeful legionnaire enslaves the druid who murdered his father, bringing chaos to his household in the Lepontine Alps. -
Dust gathers on the road as four black steeds trample into view. Their burden is a wooden carpentum with four iron-ringed wheels and the cross-swords of Mars painted upon both its window shutters. A nod from the Servian Lord brings out the day’s groomsmen, a chatty pair of teenagers wearing their warmest best. The young men corral the panting beasts, promising them fresh water, plentiful lucerne, and a soothing brush—they deserve all of it and more after such a laborious journey from…
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Two enormous clamshells sit atop the grill rack, each with golden brown upon their banded domes. Their crusty skin is cool enough to touch, and Niko gently detaches each layer, popping the edges before pulling them free. The thicker, unattractive mold will make a good bottom—this is the story of his life—and that makes him smile. He tosses a handful of semolina into its hallow, spreading and rubbing the grains around before laying down raw cabbage leaves. These large verdant blankets will stop the…
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Sonata 9
Andrew Celich’s education as a classical violinist is derailed by an act of violence that finds him navigating New York City alone. -
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It’s hard waking up when you’re hurt. Birds rattled over the whirl of passing cars, and the air stank of tilled corn and car exhaust. Cold grass tickled his bare feet, and while socks and clean underwear would make the moment tolerable, acquiring them meant popping open the Rabbit’s hatch. Andrew swallowed hard and willed his stomach to settle. Eyes trained on the trees, he opened the driver’s side door and let his memory find the steering wheel. Just a hand away was the hatchback…-
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The term historic hotel in the year of our lord Nineteen Ninety-Three clearly meant cracked paint and a spartan collection of Salvation Army furnishings. A twin mattress with a matching boxspring sat on a slightly larger wood frame, its sheets clean enough until he noticed stains on the pillowcases. The only window hid behind thick, dark blue panel curtains with an AC unit stuffed into its narrow bottom pocket. Someone had broken a portion of the unit’s hard plastic knob and jammed a pencil into its…-
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Another two days passed before Andrew willed himself out of bed. He needed a haircut but would wait for the golden waves feathering his ears to take over his neck before finding some scissors. He pulled on his audition attire, a white button-down shirt with short sleeves and black dockers. Violin case in hand, he stepped out of the room, determined to do something that didn’t involve closing his eyes and forgetting the world outside. The subway car proved a cool respite from the heat. Across…-
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The late morning sun burned away last night’s rain, turning the streets into a sauna. Despite the sticky air, both wore dungarees and white cotton shirts. Samil’s masculine visage and airy voice blended like sugar and water, and his thin goatee turned black in the shade of an occasional awning. “When did you get to NYC?” “The day before you hired me,” said Andrew. “Where you living?” “I got a room at St. Marks,” he noted his concern. “What?” “I heard that place…-
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