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By Abhijeet Sathe in Issue #465 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine The foals don’t recall the age of enthrallment because we never taught them of that dark eon when the kin marched on the cities of man. I do. I was in that horde scouring the land, mindless tools of the stillborn god. We raged and reaved until one crisp winter morning whe...
By Lars Wehman Dabney in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Anatolio allowed her to argue a little further, for he could respect that she needed to be heard before ordering the deaths of those who trusted her for only the paltry sake of a distraction. But at last he played the card they both knew he held, which was the antlere...
In The Before Days, Tim was a fellow procurer of dreams. He made a good living frequenting rooftop parties amid aging tech bros in fur-clad vests where mangosteen juices were mixed and silent discos reverberated within guests’ inner ears. As the dustbowl spread across the continent, even Reza himself was rumored to have purchased one of Tim’s dr...