Brother Lucius's blog

Apr
16

His Name Was Petharic

“Verily, I say unto the apprentice, be wary of the pestilence for even the soundest of structures may be brought to ruin by the lowly termite, thus sayeth The Builder.” Brother Lucius’s voice rose in timbre, enthralling at least some of the small crowd that had formed before him in front of the locked gates of the Mnemonics Instit

Aug
15

The Rats in the Walls

 

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Sep
16

The Woodcutter

Tonight I walked the crisp city streets, enjoying the majestic architecture in gloomy moonlit tones. The midnight scenery suits my mood. I've been struggling to contain a restless energy of late. It is an affliction I have battled my entire life. Ideas keep me awake, vague, unformed ideas. I'm not always sure they are benign.

Sep
15

First winter away

The weather has turned; a bitter wind blows out of the north. At night I lie on my cot and listen to it howl. It rattles the windows, finding its way through any crack and gap to chill me to my very core.

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