Issue #171
April 16, 2015

The Fires of Mercy

The sandstorm had blanketed the world the night before. Sand hung still on the leaves of the palm trees; sand sat on a skim atop the water; sand pillowed against rocks. Grains swept the crevices of palm trees, shone like jewels in the sun.

Sinseerly A Friend & Yr. Obed’t

Mr. Stutley Northup is not a magistrate. Why, he's not even a lawyer. But if people are free to come to him with their controversies, he is just as free to offer his opinion; and if they choose to act on it, well, that's their own lookout.

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The assassin, the mother, and the child fled into the desert.
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Introduced by the author.
From the Archives:
The Book of Autumn
I made the truth something those duty old men couldn’t ignore.