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The World, UnknownWhen the desert raiders stormed the city's church they did not burn the Bibles, theological texts, or illuminated manuscripts. Instead they burned the maps.The World, Unknown
Your maps, they said, are the feeble representations of shadows. They are veils behind which nothing lies, for the physical world, like the metaphysical, is ever-shifting and torrential.
For the priests, witnesses reported, it could not have been worse. They fell and moaned.
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Throughout that year strange earthquakes troubled the deserts of New Mexico. A traveler passing through the region noted, "It seemed that every morning the Earth w
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SceneEvening. An old man rocks in a chair under a veranda, peeling Band-Aids from his fingers by the light of a naked bulb. With each steady rock the chair creaks, and beneath him the dark, rotting floorboards groan and drip foul liquid into the soil. The decrepit shack from which the veranda hangs looms behind, incubating dark shadows for the deepening twilight.Scene
The man removes a Band-Aid from his right forefinger and throws it into a tin bucket beside him. He holds the finger close to his eyes for inspection. The newly exposed flesh is pink, blotchy, and wrinkled like a prune. With his other hand he rubs on the bone back and forth i
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