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The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...

It was the cold that dragged Abigail down first. People thought you wore cold like a blanket, wrapped around your shoulders and chilling...

Life is tenuous, beautiful and brittle, yet never cowers in the presence of death. It lives within chaos and substance; the harrowing and...