Chapter Three

The sand engulfed Seth’s feet as he stood where the green tapered to tan.  The horizon rose before him like a blemish in the sea of earth.  What remained of the dune that was blown away centuries ago leaving only its core.  The hard stone that was forged in the belly of the Earth beforeContinue reading “Chapter Three”


The dodecahedron sat idle in the depths of The Windbreak.  Floating at the center of a great mass of trees.  The Shape had been there since before the birth of written history.  At the end of each rainy season, five years, travelers ascended onto the plains paralleling that great stripe of wood.  Each looking toContinue reading “Prologue”

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