This could not have been written without Saucymh's patience.
Little be known of the circle-jerks and daisy chains in Shiloh, and with these I get my ague. Out of modesty I am but a mere mortal of prose, penning concoctions and on occasions, a novel. A book monger and savant of a small gathering spool, the thread binding us as one. We bear no images or give prayer in our gatherings. We have our own separatism in our daily chores. Simply put, we...Read On