MR. MIRACLE'S EXODUS

MR. MIRACLE'S EXODUS

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During the pandemic of 2020, Seth Mayhew discovers a long-forgotten recording preserved in the archives of the Library of Congress from 1949. The voice belongs to his great-grandfather Gregory Mayhew, recorded at the age of seventy-nine by Alan Lomax. What follows is the astonishing story of a summer in 1883 when the Kansas frontier witnessed the impossible. Gregory was only thirteen when his uncle Anton came into possession of a mysterious artifact known as the Rod of God, a relic rumored to carry the power to override nature itself. With it, Anton becomes the enigmatic showman of legend called Mr. Miracle, traveling the prairie in a painted circus wagon and performing wonders no stage magician could duplicate, or explain. But miracles have consequences too. Resurrection defies the natural order. Forbidden alchemy brings forth a strange child who may carry the soul of an ancient murdered immortal. And as the Miracle Wagon chases a wandering circus across the American West, faith, greed, and fear begin to follow close behind. Because magic that has been stolen from Creation itself, cannot remain hidden forever. And every miracle comes with a cost.
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He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

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