

Miseryear.My wife, so taken with mundane devils, sleeps fitfully. I am scorned by my lord, and denied audience with his host of clerics, priests, and channelers. And in their eyes do I retain no less scorn, having urged my secular colleagues to publish their musings as well as my ownat my own peril, often, and to no substantial benefit of purse, or trade, or sense of well-being. Thus, I am not of wealth or stature to take leave of the realm. At the chapel, opposite it by the cobbles, is the building of seizures of the governor, and it is twice armed by the turn of each watch. Edict calls foMiseryear.


Trial and Execution ofA pauper's jerkin scolds his proud shoulders and chest, featureless pantaloons maintaining his facade of modesty and humility. Matted strands of mahogany frame his hollow features, insulted by the filth and forced age that permeate them. Against his curved spine, beneath his tired flanks is rigid, unyielding oak fashioned into an armchair with high back and cushionless seat.Trial and Execution of
Across the small of his back, his frail wrists lie bound. Above him, far above him, stands the force that put them there.
They are all of them sinners. Each and every one a liar, a glutton, a scoundrel
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y hello thair
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There's nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. Now put the money in the bag!
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'Yet under this mortal sun,
We cannot hide ourselves.'
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