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Dedicated to Adam Dubia The Best Manager & Good Friend Happy Birthday! I didn’t know who to believe, now I know…. It was my third week in the new office. I was a floating leasing agent for Atwood LLC. The money was good, and I wasn’t tied down to one spot in case I hated the location. This location was called the Victoria here in the Riviere d'Erbane. This was normally a disaster-stricken area, but with Harbourage's help, the Atwood company was able to develop it. The Vi

I don’t know how this happened. I just knew that I needed to get to the Crew Return Vehicle. Three days earlier, we found the canister in the Docking Bay. Floating in the sunlight. The canister was black and silver, with an engraved label. It read: Property of Harbourage. Harbourage was a pharmaceutical company that often lent aid to diaster strucken areas. It wasn’t odd to see it on the Space Station. Harboourage was a large donor to NASA within the past year. Ha

It’s another quiet evening in the dark halls of the Fawic library, currently located at the corner of the crossroads in the beautiful city of Riviere d'Erbane. We’re glad to have you tuning in. I’ll share a piece of one of Fawic’s tantalizing tales that the more conventional learning institutions rejected. Here at Fawic, we encourage a somewhat healthy pursuit of authenticity, truth & knowledge above all things. There are so many secrets among us and so few truths. Our Lib

Traditions aren’t made from brick and mortar; in Riviere d'Erbane, they were made by bone and ire—rites from old tomes from a grandmother’s mother. When reason had no rhyme, there was tradition to fall back on. The Last Supper wasn’t only for the lord; it was for those who observed his name. It was a holy event followed on the day of death. Prayer and caution made for a peaceful dinner. All the immediate living family must be in attendance, or the soul pangs of hunger… The

I lay there on the ground for what felt like hours. I’m not sure how much time had passed, but the evening sky wasn’t upon me yet. I can tell that much from looking up. I fell into a hole while hiking. The last thing I remember was hearing the branches snap on hollow ground as I fell through. I was on my back, just staring up at the opening to the cavern that I’ve fallen through. “Dammit.” I check myself. No broken bones, but I wasn’t too quick to stand up. ‘Phone? Wher

It’s silly to believe anything my father said in his old age. He spoke of the Bellows. The past 7 years, he has been on his deathbed… for the past 7 years, I have been a victim of his greed just as much as the towns that he’s inflicted. He spoke fondly of Riviere d'Erbane. My father spoke highly of the food, but most of all the people. The people made him sob. He called their names in the darkness as if they were standing in the corners. He cried out for them, for forg

They always say, "Never fall in love with an artist…" What the heck are you supposed to do when you’re both some kind of artist? He was a painter, and I was working in Real Estate during business hours. In my downtime, I worked on video game level design. Regrettably, someone needed to be grounded and work in the less fantastical world of a corporate office. It would not be James. It would never be James… His art, his infinite inspiration, couldn’t flourish in the construct

Prologue.... There was a story passed house to house in the swamp before any of us were born. It was a brief warning. “ Don’t brush your hair with a drawn window or you’ll tempt the Devil.” That was it. In the 1960s, the state’s mainland real estate brokers began developing the area; they took full advantage of the city's recent developments to incorporate it. The company was Atwood & Hamilton LLC. They were less dubious than the energy company and the lumber mill. Blyth