Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Steam
The Tale – Marginalia 1, or the travel of a musket
If not for me being sent there
The war would be over.
Yet Gothia ensures vox populi & freedom
In the darkest a corner.
Meanwhile, in Albion,
Dead trees shine with ink,
And cogs rebirth after 14-hour shifts.
Good & evil remains an utmost concern.
All is right with the Mayan world (and Thyself).
At least, so you say.
Sadmoons, the Tale, Marginalia 1
The town of Tharis, or When did you go insane, Gothia?
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