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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
This collection is not a genre exercise. It is a mythic archive-assembled from ensemble chaos, editorial mercy, and the absurd choreography of civic grief. These stories were not written to entertain. They were written to testify. To dignify the expendable. To honor the piccolo solo played in a boardroom, a reception hall, or a hospital room where someone whispered crumpled hotdogs and meant it. Some pieces began as satire. Others as elegy. All of them became ritual.
This is not a book. It is a cathedral of wonder.
Welcome.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
This collection is not a genre exercise. It is a mythic archive-assembled from ensemble chaos, editorial mercy, and the absurd choreography of civic grief. These stories were not written to entertain. They were written to testify. To dignify the expendable. To honor the piccolo solo played in a boardroom, a reception hall, or a hospital room where someone whispered crumpled hotdogs and meant it. Some pieces began as satire. Others as elegy. All of them became ritual.
This is not a book. It is a cathedral of wonder.
Welcome.