"Hemlock, foxglove, nightshade three - /
Shield me from catastrophe. /
Silent lungs and final weeps. /
Send my monsters back to sleep."
Olden World, c. 1866: Shy Callum, the Seamstress's son, is an easy target for the village bullies. When Callum ac...
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In the stillness of their home, Son and mother are alone — Sheltered from the madding mass, From the swarming chaos crass:
"...Callum, dear... I love you still — Always have... and always will... Tell me, darling... doveling... son... Where'd you learn that magick from?"
Callum still in shock, confused, Wants to speak but he stays mute.
"...If those Boys did harm to you, Tell me so. It's best you do. Red revenge is not the way. Thoughts of harming cannot stay. Callum, do you understand? That's the Rule, the Golden Plan."
Tears now trickle down Cal's face. Sniffling, he wipes away.
"Cal, you almost cut three lives! Life is precious — highest prize, Dearer than a sky of jewels. Ending human breath is cruel. What would Father have to say, If he were still here today?"
Finally, our Callum blurts: "...But he said it wouldn't hurt! He said it's what they deserved!"
"Who? Callum... Who?! Who have you been speaking to? Who has fed these lies to you?!"
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