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“A train leaves Denver, Colorado for Atlanta, Georgia at 9:30 AM. Another train departs from Mobile, Alabama and is also destined for Atlanta, Georgia. This train departs at 12:00 PM. Both trains reach their destination simultaneously. What is the speed of each individual train and the time of their arrival? Show your work.” The closest answer Jeremy Edgerton could immediately produce to such a ridiculous question was profuse sweating and increased heart rate. Unfortunately, neither reaction...

PROLOGUE The one called Wandering lived according to many truths, but held two in strong repute: The first being that life was comprised of many cycles and few endings. Secondly; the wind was never as cold as it seemed. An idle sun illuminated the late morning sky, hidden behind translucent clouds. The passionless rays of light were blunt and offered no heat. In spite of his wisdom, his vacant sleeves flapped behind him in the gentle breeze pressing against him. Beneath his thick cloak, his ...

Zaxby's to the left. McDonalds (is) to the right. Fat man's paradise.

Chapter I: Shadows of Sanctuary Restful nights were becoming less common for Anjaa. Her consciousness writhed with the torment of a nameless disturbance; the haunt of faceless premonitions warring within her soul. It was one more reminder that she was different from the world around her. She was Aclabadean. She had long ago given up on chasing every errant whisper of her deviant bloodline that wafted throughout Sardisa Abbey. Since her arrival to the strange and beautiful sanctuary all those ...

Chapter 2: A Light in the Darkness The Ekkis Lanz sizzled and burned into the pillar, refining itself to the ruby complexion of a lucid mirror. The curtain of night thinned a little ways away from its presence, unable to veil the small but powerful light emanating beneath its folds. A crisp new energy invigorated the air like a sliver of dawn. Ensnared in awe, Anjaa swallowed a hard knot settled in her throat. The symbol flourished in a halo of radiance. Like a moth drawn to fire, she wanted ...