In the middle of a field he spotted an abandoned barn. Its silver-grey wood shone in the waning light of the sun; from his vantage it looked sturdy. It was still standing.
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The Cloudy Café
Alfar, the archaic voice which lived in his head muttered, ill at ease. Whatever it was, this alfar had the appearance and demeanor of a general. Or an executioner.
The Claws of Amnesia
When approached by strangers he would lie to them; at first it had been painful, but thoughts and ideas–lies–became like a second language to him.
