The book of John Doe
Though you’re well rested, it’s not the rest that lightens you, but the lifting of that crushing dejection that consumed you Continue Reading
Though you’re well rested, it’s not the rest that lightens you, but the lifting of that crushing dejection that consumed you Continue Reading →
ou ride through a haze of sand, barely discerning the horizon. Continue Reading →
They tell you it’s more than two hundred miles away, and suggest you rest here instead, since the next city, to the west, lies thirty miles away. Continue Reading →
They tell you it’s more than two hundred miles away, and suggest you rest here instead, since the next city, to the west, lies thirty miles away. But you ignore their advice. You’re tired, and the weight of dejection drags… Continue Reading →
You ride on in a furious madness, unsure whether you’re retracing your steps or zigzagging blindly toward the nearest city. Continue Reading →
You wake up—or rather, you are reborn—into a foreign room. Continue Reading →
There’s no worse fate than that of a thief in the hands of other thieves. Continue Reading →
You ride through a haze of sand, barely discerning the horizon. Continue Reading →
You thank them for the dromedary and leave them behind. But your heart is heavy with contrition. Continue Reading →
While sneaking up on them, you notice that one of the men is unarmed, so you target the one carrying a sword. Continue Reading →