The world was never finished. The gods are either mad or dead, nobody really knows or cares. In a small village on the edge of nothing, Randolph begins are journey that will uncover the true nature of the world.
“Michael! Michael!”
I could see his head turn in the pressed together crowd of people as though he knew the name but hadn’t heard it in forever. I stood up on my toes and lifted my hand. I shouted his name again. He spotted me, recognition forming over his face. He gave a quick smile and pushed his way through the throng of bodies. I stood where I was, battered by everyone moving every which way. In a few minutes his tall frame shadowed mine, and I . . .
“Michael! Michael!”
I could see his head turn in the pressed together crowd of people as though he knew the name but hadn’t heard it in forever. I stood up on my toes and lifted my hand. I shouted his name again. He spotted me, recognition forming over his face. He gave a quick smile and pushed his way through the throng of bodies. I stood where I was, battered by everyone moving every which way. In a few minutes his tall frame shadowed mine, and I . . .
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