Contra Servitutem

Contra Servitutem

Douai, Flanders May 10, 1636   Diogo screamed in the darkness. The dream had come again. "Diogo, are you alright?" Flint scraped and a candle flared, casting light and shadow in the dormitory room. "I, I, I had the dream again, Symao!" Diogo shuddered, arms...
Though the Night Be Long

Though the Night Be Long

Narinder Singh's feet ached terribly in the bitter cold. Each shuffling step across the frozen ground and packed ashfall drove the cold deeper into his feet, like a dull blade being dragged slowly along the bones. He shambled down the remnants of a path the elements...