Ars Longa

As the warrior guided his horse back home, he pondered what the future might hold. The scuffle of a few moments ago was done, in the past, and not be to be dwelt on.

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Debut

In his dreams, Humberto overslept and was late. His alarm clock didn’t go off. The car wouldn’t start.

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The Master’s Golden Arm

The monastery was a dead building, resuscitated only after a master entered. Traditional pagoda, red and orange cake of tri-tiered imperial eaves. Double doors, meant for giants.

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The Journeys in Between

You hear a sound downstairs and, as you round the corner of the hallway to find out what the cat has knocked over this time, a man steps through the dining room window.

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