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Untitled, part something of whatever
“I have to go far north, to the north woods,” Adam’s father had said, sitting him down in the hall. “An alderman is true to his word. I and the king have sworn oaths to support the Waswagoning, and they have called for our aid. So I must go and lead the king’s army. Listen to your brother; he will be Alderman while I am gone.” With those words, and a loving cuff to the side of the head, his father went north with two dozen good warriors, each mounted on a valuable horse and armored with the best armor the blacksmiths can fashion, following the call of honor. They took with them a priest of Christ, the god of healing, wagons full of provisions, and the castle’s only rifle.
It was early spring, and the farmers were beginning to ready their fields for planting, the fishermen scraped their hulls and mended their nets for the great lake’s summer calm. “Those aren’t rocks, you know,” said Adam’s tutor in an amused tone.
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The Darkness of the North
It was in the sixth month of a prolonged period of unemployment that I received a phone call.  I was, as a point of fact, in the bathtub partaking of some needed relaxation after a morning run and I was reading a particular book, a historical study of Russian military methods in the Second World War.  It was a journey outside my usual area of study, which was roughly a century or two earlier.  Nevertheless, I was reluctant to lower the book and answer my cellular phone. I was unaware at the time of how tremendous a change this single call would make on my life.  Looking back on it, I would not want to have answered the phone; for although my financial situation has since improved, I have found it substantially more difficult to sleep at night and tend to nap in the middle of the day lest I relive past events in my subconscious to such a degree as they become conscious.
My cellular phone rang and I answered it.  Thrusting a pen I had be
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Literature
The Darkness of the North pt 6
The remainder of this account I cannot be sure of.  It happened in a figurative "flash" and even now, some time removed, I have trouble distilling it into a cohesive account.  If I use few words, let it be known that I have little memory; or perhaps have chosen to have little memory of the otherworldly horror which I witnessed.
As we sped down the dirt road, we came to the spot where my car had gotten stuck the other day.  Rebecca slowed down and began to carefully move around the hole.  Concentrating on my thoughts, I was surprised when she suddenly stopped the truck and my head flipped forward violently.
"What is it?" I asked.  Staring into her eyes, I was struck by a slow dawning of terror.
"Look."  And she gestured with her head.
I turned and from the angle we were at, the hole took on a horrible dimension.  I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the truck, I hauled myself up on the roof, and Rebecca followed me.
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The Darkness of the North pt 5
At first light, a tow truck appeared.  The driver had apparently brought new tires with him, as well as the necessary tools, because when I had returned from a brief walk to the lake, the truck was ready to go.  My car was going to be recovered and taken to a repair shop and I had to give the driver my credit card information.  I made a silent prayer that Miskatonic would cover it as part of my expenses, because the costs of recovery and repair would surely consume a large portion of the fee I was being paid.  I also prayed that the repairs would be conducted quickly, as I had no wish to reside in this part of the state any longer than I was required to.
I dozed in and out of a fitful sleep as we drove to the Indian Reservation.  The events of the last two days cycled around in my head.  As I attempted to reconcile the happenings with logical explanations, I was struck that my education was rather too focused on the past and m
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The Darkness of the North pt 4
I discovered her name was Rebecca—the state trooper, that is—as we had a quick breakfast at a diner.  Normally, I have no appetite in the mornings and confine myself to caffeinated drinks but this particular morning I was simply ravenous.  As we ate, we discussed our plan for the day.  I would follow her truck out to the cabin and the lake, once there she would conduct her business and I would collect the belongings of poor dead Young and send them back east to Miskatonic.  
As we neared the lake, the state patrol truck suddenly dropped from my vision.  I madly stomped on my brakes, but the gravel road slid along with me and after a slight period of near weightlessness, my car slammed into the ground, burying the front end in mud and my teeth clicked together and I tasted blood.
"Be lucky your airbags didn't deploy," said Rebecca as I stumbled out of my car, "they cost more to replace than your car is worth."
"Thanks," I said,
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The Darkness of the North pt 3
At some point in the night I was awakened by I know not what.  I lay still in my hotel room, blankets thrown to the bottom of the bed and sheet wrapped around me; the strange middle-of-the-summer arrangement when the air conditioning makes the room both too hot and too cold at the same time.   Staring at the ceiling, I imagined pictures drawn in the textured surface.  There was coughing, a sound from the next room.  I had been unaware of other guests, due to the parking lot being all but deserted, but like any hotel this one must have had permanent residents.
I allowed my senses to expand, to listen diffusely and widely.  A car passed on the road outside.  Coughing again.  The sound of the air conditioner pushing air through the louvers on its front.  And wind.
Outside, a wind was picking up.  I hadn't made note of the upcoming weather, but it certainly seemed to be a strange occurrence as th
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The Darkness of the North pt 2
In the shade of a giant dark tree, which I couldn't seem to identify by sight, I pulled my car off the road and planned what I would do.  I had brought along with me a case with the various articles of information I did have, and in it I had a list of telephone numbers for the county sheriff, who had notified Miskatonic of the death, and for the nearest state police office and some other governmental offices of possible importance.  My first task would be to notify the local authorities that I was nearing arrival; I decided that, as an agent of Miskatonic University, it would be rude to suddenly arrive, without any warning.  To wit, I called the number for the county sheriff.
Holding my cell phone to my ear, I heard static popping and mechanical clicks; as if the call was being forwarded through endless cycles of switchboards.  I was highly dubious of my success when finally I heard it ring.  It had not even completed a single ring when
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The Darkness of the North pt 1
It was in the sixth month of a prolonged period of unemployment that I received a phone call.  I was, as a point of fact, in the bathtub partaking of some needed relaxation after a morning run and I was reading a particular book, a historical study of Russian military methods in the Second World War.  It was a journey outside my usual area of study, which was roughly a century or two earlier.  Nevertheless, I was reluctant to lower the book and answer my cellular phone. I was unaware at the time of how tremendous a change this single call would make on my life.  Looking back on it, I would not want to have answered the phone; for although my financial situation has since improved, I have found it substantially more difficult to sleep at night and tend to nap in the middle of the day lest I relive past events in my subconscious to such a degree as they become conscious.
My cellular phone rang and I answered it.  Thrusting a pen I had be
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Literature
Post Apocalypse, Part 1
The flight was running behind schedule.  No one appeared to know why, but it didn’t matter to the people anxiously waiting to board the airplane.  They had just endured an interminable hell going through security and now they had to wait on hard plastic chairs for the plane to be prepared.
“Maybe someone got sick,” suggested a very rotund, very sweaty and very bald man, “and they need to clean the carpets?”
A young man whispered into the ear of the woman he was snuggling close to, “I hope he bought two seats.”  She nodded.
A stewardess stood outside the gate, but refused to answer questions.  “Sorry, I don’t know” was her standard response.
Seventy one people sat in the boarding lounge.  It was night outside and through the massive floor to ceiling windows it seemed as if the city lights went on forever.
Two flight attendants walked into the vast room from the boarding ramp.  T
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 4
Colonel Bradley O. Smith stood on the docks at Bombay, panicked civilians milled around him.  He couldn’t blame them, of course, the bulk of the Imperial Army in India had been destroyed—a fate Smith had just barely missed.  From what he could piece together, the Russians had intentionally had their lines give way and the pursuing Imperial troops were then caught in ambush, eventually surrounded and massacred.  Maybe as many as 50,000 dead and a similar number wounded or surrendered.  No one seemed to know, but that is the nature of things.
Civilians were panicking, but Smith knew better.  The Russians and their allies were so battered from their victory that they withdrew from the Deccan Plateau altogether and will probably decide to besiege Madras or some other Imperial stronghold on the east side of the continent rather than try to defeat fresh reinforcements rushing from the south and west.  Smith knew that Bomba
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 3
Callum brought a small gear up to his face and carefully inspected it.  It was bronze and delicate, part of a timing mechanism on a Babbage Machine.  Callum was a specialist on repairing this particular mechanism; luckily for him, it was one which often had problems.
The Babbage Machine, the Analytical Engine, was the nexus of a vast network of tubes and trays that was the sorting office of the Imperial Mail Service.  Boxes of mail would arrive and be placed on a conveyor belt.  The Engine would read a series of impressions on the side of the box, which corresponded to a certain area and it would be sent there.  Once there, clerks would sort mail further and load it into canisters which would go into pneumatic tubes into this central nexus.  Once here, the Machine read a series of notches on each canister and would send the mail to the proper mail carrier for delivery.
It was stopped today, and the room was deathly silent exce
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 2
Colonel Bradley O Smith stood up on his spurs and tried to see over the cloud of smoke roiling from the determined volleys of the line of infantry in front of him.  They weren’t his men; he wasn’t assigned a real command.  Rather, he was on the staff of the army’s commander as chief engineer.  A grand title, certainly, but he had no real employment with the army—the commander preferred to go directly to the various engineering specialists rather than through the chief engineer.  Of course, if there was ever a siege, Bradley would be allowed the honor of scouting the enemy fortress and choosing where a breach would be made, as this was his specialty, but there would be no sieges.  For all intents and purposes, Colonel Smith was a fifth wheel: he served no useful purpose and more often than not got in the way.
He was a Colonel, yes, and entitled to a modicum of respect.  But he was a colonel in the military o
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Clockwork Messiah, A Primer
Edward Callum sat, his hands folded together, and stared at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar.  This was his normal Sunday tradition.  Get up early to go to the government mandated worship periods and stare at the tortured man on the wall.  Callum knew his history well—the name of the man was unchanged after the introduction of State Polytheism, but his purpose had been changed greatly.  Just a few hundred years ago, he had been the chief god of his pantheon but now he was a minor deity representing new beginnings and springtime.
Edward sat and studied the figure nailed to the cross.  He was always amazed to look at the spear wound in detail.  The body was wooden, but inside the wound showed silver and gold clockwork.  The eternal message of the Empire was always present in religious events.  The Empire ruled by fire and clockwork and its gods were the same.  As a child, Callum had im
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Dhampy
Vacillating Between Here and Not
United States
Not much to tell. I don't sleep a whole lot and I drink myself sick quite often. I hold a MA in History. I am underemployed, perpetually single and slowly dieing on the inside. I'm not a great writer, but I enjoy it.

Current Residence: Cheeseheadlandistan (Wisconsin, duh)
Favourite photographer: Charles Van Schaick
Interests
Came into considerable money through inheritance.  Gonna splurge and get a laptop before I stash all the money away in untouchable places.

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