What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous.“You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them.After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. “Yes--W … [Read more...]


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