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The Cynic
The shepherd leads the sheep along the winding rutted path.
Their gentle bleating falls hollow amongst the cushions of corpses.
Nooses numbering eight tether them tightly ‘round their fattened necks.
The King In Yellow
The late 80’s and early 90’s were a very active time for The Cloak, especially along the I-5 corridor in the United States. One of the most significant hotbeds of activity at the time was in Southeast Portland, centering around the Morningside Encroachment situated in the South Tabor neighborhood. The Morningside Encroachment’s membership at the time purportedly swelled to well over 1,600 members, though this […]

Micaloz Experiences his First Samadhi and Gets a Glimpse of the True Wheel
The room was lit by the dancing orange light of a single lantern on the small table. Sweet smelling smoke drifted up from the silver censer and hung in the still air. Micaloz […]
Into the Fray – Interviews with Micaloz From The Cosimo Records
“Do you feel it when it happens? What does it feel like?” The lights in the parlor were dim, a single lantern flickered with the draft flowing under the old wooden door, making the shadows […]
A Chance Encounter, Too True To Be Good
The Journey to Constantinople Micaloz arrived in Constantinople just as the sun had set on an early spring evening, smells of cinnamon, frankincense and sea salt air wafting on a light breeze as smoke from […]