Prologue

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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