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Now there was an Artist whose name is forgotten to time. He came before the Preacher, melodically waxing poetic about his quandary. All throughout Arcadia, his art sold for thousands and thousands of credits. Every elite on the top levels … Read More

Photographs are rare down in the Slums. Light, true light, even more so. But isn’t that what photographers do? Use a flash of light to burn a lasting image onto film? Were the one called Colt Ramsey to come before … Read More

Now there was a man named Ahlan, who came before the Preacher. Tearfully, he spoke of his son Logan. Logan had been a promising young man, full of bright energy and ready to defy the dark world he lived in. … Read More

The spirit of revolution was in the air, the people’s gaze fixed upon Mount Olympus. They gathered from near and far to bring about their vision. Seeing the crowds, the Preacher went up on the mountain. Thus it was that … Read More

Now there was a man named Nicos, a once well-known artist. He came to the preacher at dawn, speaking of his tortured past. For once he had been a musician, who found solace in peace in plucking carefully controlled melancholy … Read More

Now there was a young woman named Sophia, who was a master of cloth and color, of everything fashionable. She came to the Preacher at night and wove a tale, speaking of her long search for the perfect outfit to … Read More