Sangfielle 22: Whispers in the City by the Sea

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On the other side of Sapodilla’s grand colonial wall, the Blackwick Group filter out into the streets and alleys of the heartland’s largest city. A few investigators seek healing, others guidance. One finds a new bodily self altogether.  And one, of course, has not made it through the walls at all. Or at least not entirely. No. They’ve found themself in the perilous dark, in the clutches (or at least under the gaze) of the Glim Macula. Yes. Chine knows things. And they know he knows things. It is only a matter of time before they open him up.

This week on Sangfielle: Whispers in the City by the Sea

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When the devils of Al Domina first plunged their colonial dagger deep into the heartland 5-600 years ago, they let it rest for a moment. Cavalry forces camping on high ridges, supply convoys running back to the homeland. When they decided to stay, they ripped that dagger out. And with the blood that spilled, they drafted a curve on the ground. And that long red line, well, that would become the walls of Sapodilla. Don't let them fool you. Before the sea, before it was the glorious tiered city of culture and society by the shore, it was the castle fortress of the dominion, the first real stronghold they built. But they didn't build it, of course. They took what others had built before, tread on what they did not like, claimed what they did, and used whatever came between as scaffolding for a new grand vision. And yes, years later, during the panic, the descendants of those who were pushed off that land and those who had been forced to attend to it, well, they made it a free and open city. But that original sin... well, in times like these, it boils up. Not like water, not boiling over, boiling up. An infection you cannot be rid of, a hidden abscess beyond your reach but eager to reach you. So why would anyone, especially someone so proud to be at the heart of civilization, want to return to those days and castles and cavalrymen? Well, my bet is they're afraid. I can't say I don't understand it. I've been out on the prairie. I've been in the hills. I know what the shadows contain. But also know that a castle ain’t built on confidence. You heard me before: it's built on blood, blood drawn by greed or fear. And those things what run across the prairie at night? Those things on the shaded knoll? They savor greed and fear. And unlike the fancy folk of Sapodilla, they don't need a blueprint to draw blood.

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