ODE TO THE END: A YORK ANTHOLOGY

ODE TO THE END: A YORK ANTHOLOGY

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The realm known as York is a coveted place to be for most people on the continent. Those who have heard of its splendor see prosperity and peace, but the people who live in the shadow of its long wall or deep within the forgotten confines of its opulent recess know the truth. The city-state of York, and all of its fabled plenty, exist only in the hearts of those who have never seen it. In A YORK ANTHOLOGY the focus veers away from ODE TO THE END's main character in order to provide a looking glass into the home of Naomi S. Caitlyn. Through a series of short stories, one will see places that the naïve Naomi, a affluent resident of the city, never knew existed. The lives of the citizens will be explored, and their struggles brought to light.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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