Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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The Cave and the Cathedral
I don’t know why I feel like I’m saying ‘goodbye’ for the last time to Snake. Why I feel like I’m going to my death. As if regardless if I am successful and able to answer Lord Asmodel’s summons or not, I will be irrevocably changed and the Weaver that returns will be nothing like…
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It’s All Gray
There was only me, the devastation, and the sound of a little girl crying. I took a step, and noted I wore no shoes, but had panther feet. I was in the deathshroud of a Boneburner. Black raven wings came from my back, and my hands were more talon than human. I wore my deathmask,…
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Ask Keri: What was the “high price”?
From Tumblr, an anonymous person asked: “Hi! New reader and I am lost/confused about the shells that have been mentioned, and the “high price” that was paid for them. What was the price?”691 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-21.01
“Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there. “Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01
I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.03
I was concerned for a friend, and wanted to drop by and check on kir. But instead of walking up to their door, I walked into a science lab. A large containment unit with clear glass walls barely seen behind white metal sheilding was along one side. A bank of instrumentation was next to it,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.02
When I opened my eyes, I was on the Path of Vau. Snake was not with me. There was only me and the crowned and throned figure before me. His eyes were open. The whites of his eyes were like glowing silver. The iris was as dark as his throne, as dark as the bridge,…
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Twelve Witnesses
Never mind the why and how, but I have fourteen cowrie shells to my name that I can not give away, sell, or dispose of. The shells have garnered interest from various folk and Folk so I decided I might as well learn how to use them in my troubles travails and workings. Because of…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.01
“It is a key keeper’s right to bestow a copy of his key on anyone he wishes. But this practice – a phenomenal rite – is hardly ever performed. To receive a copy of the key means to have its imprint seared into your hand. Holding that branded replica over the front lock miraculously parts…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-18.02
I am trying not to take everything I encounter in terms of Black and White. Some shit is just starting. Some shit has been rolling for ages. I’m just the FNG here. Madame Patron has shown kirself to be a pain in the ass, but not necessarily an enemy. Yet. Ke knows where my boundary…
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