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The end is the beginning. The beginning is the end…
The once so great Caine Manor has become a ruin, one only fit for carrion birds and revenants. No one but daring children and crazed souls dare breach its confines.
The proud and shiny Caine Manor is an outstanding example of renovated architecture at the heart of the city.
Looking at the building, the house, resembling a castle, hidden in a strange, illuminated mist, squinting your eyes, it's often hard to tell what's illusion and what's real. Reality shifts and burns around the Caine Manor, either ruin or proud house, reaching out with strands of night and fire to the surrounding areas and to existence at large. It is the center, or at least one center, in an ever-shifting world.
Is Chloe Webster dead or alive? Is Marion Dexter? Is Marlon Caine? Or David Fallon Somby? Are they perhaps both? Or neither? What is the world? Is it a brick, a hard, impenetrable wall or closer to something akin to mist and shadow? Existence might make sense, to us, to them, but only in glimpses, only in passing, beyond a corner somewhere ahead. They may wonder. They may die clueless. Because they don't know, don't know why terror strikes them and makes their heart beat like a sledgehammer in their chest.
From a place unbound by time and space alarums of reality are reaching out to touch and ultimately engulf them all.
About the author
Amos is a veteran author/artist of over fifty years. He started early and kept going in spite of numerous hurdles on his path. He has published twenty-eight books. In addition to being an author he's a de facto multiartist, a musician, photographer, actor, director and all art forms under the moon, really. He's a radical political activist, an autonomous agent of change, working to change society in major ways to a place where true freedom, justice and equality reign, where people are aware of humanity's ancient connection to nature and act on it. He feels like he has just started out and that there is much more to do, many more miles to go before he sleeps.
