The following narrative is a compilation of information gathered from old letters, oral accounts and cryptic scribbles in recollected notebooks. It initially existed as a patchwork quilt woven from the threads of disparate sources. Decoding the fragments and meticulously stitching them together to form a semblance of coherence was no simple task. It is one I have tackled for decades. It has left me close to penniless and has withdrawn me from friends and family in the process.
But the wealth of details it carries is worth the effort. It delves into the realms of myth, threading the needle between the credible and the inexplicable. Yet, let it be known that the inexplicable need not be synonymous with the impossible. What may appear strange to contemporary eyes has roots that burrow deep into the soil of reality. The events chronicled herein may challenge the boundaries of belief, but they echo the authenticity of experiences lived and witnessed. It is a narrative that navigates the interstice between the tangible and the abstract, where legends whisper truths obscured by the passage of time.
Enter these pages with an open mind, for the tales you are about to encounter are not merely fanciful fabrications, but reflections of events that unfolded at the fringes of our day-to-day understanding. As you traverse this labyrinth of words, remember that the enigma lies not in the tales themselves, but in the inexhaustible mysteries of the world they strive to unveil.
~ Cesar
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In the Shadows of the Islet Hills
FantasyBesieged by circumstance, bound by fellowship... A troubled orphan, two princesses burdened by duty and the scion of a fallen dynasty. An old map and newfound friends. A castle town where secrets abound. These are the threads of circumstance that l...
