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Editorial The Hinterlands. The great western frontier of the Neath; a place where few have ventured before, and certainly not in a leisurely capacity. A place so inaccessible to the common Londoner in the past… and now, merely a train ride away. Without further ado, let us explore the Hinterlands in this special edition ofContinue reading “The Grand Hinterland Travelogue”

An interview with the Honourable Duke of Westshire R.Honoured Duke of Westshire, I am glad to have you here to discuss your latest, wonderful project. First, however, formalities – how are you faring in these times? Duke of WestshireWell, our dreams are filled with whispers of a blazing inferno, my house is filled with thousandsContinue reading “The Great Hinterland Illumination”

Riley Rebel’s Bluff – a quaint little village located next to Balmoral. It was built as gently as possible out of Furnace Ancona and her passion. It holds moderate Liberationist tendencies and fierce loyalty to its foundation. Captain Riley does his best to use his wealth to help the town wherever he can and oftenContinue reading “The City of Tracklayers”

Interviews Time is Now, and apparently Now is still 1899. But let me warn Her Enduring Majesty that Now will soon be Gone, All things come and go, like the “revival” and death of the Neathly cities that came before London, and even her mandate cannot postpone this Reckoning forever. After all, what is anContinue reading “1st of January 1900”

Editorial [You flip through the first several pages, which have all been rendered illegible thanks to a generous helping of ink. You can only make out a few words and bits and pieces of Correspondence, from which you gather this was a rather lengthy and perhaps preposterous monograph on the nature of time – thisContinue reading “31st of December 1899”

Editorial It brings my heart joy to see so many helping hands come together for a common cause. Even if, perhaps, the motivations between individual actions may not be the purest, if perhaps most have acted for what others may perceive as the wrong reasons, even then, the result remains the same. Community, support, love.Continue reading “August 1899”

Editorial This is a time of change. A time of growth, of revelations, of bonds old and new and a mixture of both. This is a time in which everything becomes better, oh so delightfully better. From here, even hardships take a turn. No longer directionless, soaring towards a future. This future, yes, uncertain, butContinue reading “July 1899”

Editorial There is not a castle of black stone, hung by a thread from an upside-down mountain in the far horizon. Servants of defect stars do not live in this castle, compiling compendiums of their masters’ empty words. There are no cats whose words cut minds as hot iron cuts skin. If such castle didContinue reading “June 1899”

Whitsun! What whimsy waiting wishfully within. Wonder, wobbling, wiggling, wanting way where wretchedness was, waning, waxing. Everpresent eggsitement! Engrossing entities emerge everywhere, engulfing even earnest establishments. Entrepreneurs entice egg-enjoyers, eggschanging eggspedients, eggstracting eggy euphoria. Ne mijotez pas nos oeufs ! Pour l’amour de Dieu, nous avons tout tenté mais tout a échoué. Je me doisContinue reading “Eggs!”

Editorial Blood from marrow, it feeds the sinew and the nerves. Intricate systems like complex clockwork, not parts of a whole but a whole, themselves, together. Each vital, necessary. They cannot exist independent of each other; they cannot function without each other. What makes something paramount? It is the intricacy; the gentle, marvelous commingling of parts. A vital necessity of togetherness. A perfectContinue reading “May 1899”