Olde Farts
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Movement through the universe, travel if one fancies, exploration into the abyss failed to bring much expanse into a lasting light, but the movement itself built and burned an inner fire that revealed more of the parallel universe than the light of stars ever could. Ebachaneezer Feathers sighed at the sight of their café lit up, warm, inviting…The North Cascade Inn. A beacon halfway to hell, a resting place for those who either made or were in the process of making that fateful choice to see one last sight, to visit one last place, to feel one last feeling. What Hell is, was, and will be is a salvation for those who have been denied, stripped, or deceived of the one salvation they knew.