INCUNABULI

Gold Fever

Everyone's got a teaspoon of salt in their coin purse. Everyone civilized, at least. And not typical salt, either, but the magical and curative grey salt grisodate; the mineral by which tenuous civilization survives. * Steely grey grains, crushed to powder among the pence and the little farthings.

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To Reconcile Death

There was a rapping at the door. Wan eyes peered through faceted glass above the knocker, saw a Butler approach within. The latch turned under a white glove.  A long-faced, tired man stood on the stoop. He clutched a battered black hat and a large medical bag, smelt of soap and whiskey.  "Dr. Rammstein?" said the Butler. […]

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The Worth of Salt

Many hundreds of ribbons fluttered in the summer air. Ribbons, tied to the spikes of a hundred soldiers’ helms. Armored men and women grumbled, queued under the swelter. Rough hands fanned sweated necks, tugged clinging metal collars. “Butter me up and call me a beef, Suse. This is an oven,” said a freckly lass to […]

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Plague

Plague is feared above all other ailments. Unlike other diseases, it is seemingly invisible, inexorable. Countless humans are infected. They live with it all their lives.

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