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Chapter 2 Age 789 - August 11th -West City- IN THE SOUTH END, slashed between three solid blocks of techno-industrial and general fabricating barn-silos, was a half-mile alleyway. Half-calve high with a sloshing, semi-solid layer of foetid trash-waste, it was named Hollow Ave.  The local indentures, lower-middle class families and clans who'd been contracted to work for specific, and immensely competitive, manufacturing partnerships, were morose and fractious. The constant stench of chemicals ranging between anhydrous ammonia and acetic acid wreathed the air with pungent, awful aromas. It smelled like piss boiled in vinegar. The

Needing I need more time to write; Swearing to God, this is true. Three weeks is barely enough, There is no time, that is my view. Gnawing tensely with every penstroke I worry and labor over every word Maybe if my fingers were but more nimble I could wield this thing as a sword. But my mind feels so dumb My tongue so very tied. I have not the wits To prick away this thorn in my side. What do you truly say, To the one who is your greatest love? Tell now, please, to this worthless man… What do you truly say? Known you scarce and for so long That’s what it feels everyday. Took you only but a short while Till my hear

The Hunter and The Maiden Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump! Over a stretch of quiet, fog laced countryside, filled with slowly browning hills, life and death were again struggling. Dew splashed across the ground of dieing grass, between fleet black hooves and nimble rubber soles. Sunlight filtered through the fog banks hanging over the air. Two ghostly shapes dashed through the gray smoke, tearing up loam beneath their legs. The first shape, a four-legged beast, was desperately bounding this way and that, trying to shake its pursuer. Doggedly, the two legged creature behind kept up the chase. Their eyes flashed and sparkled in the moisture laden a