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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