I see the limp boy rising toward the sun, his pale body lighter than them all, so light he draws me up with him. Hope given form. Hope above doubt. Hope above evil, ignorance, indifference, sloth, hatred, lust, greed.

Perhaps this is no more than a hope itself.

Chapter Thirty Two of Juncture is up. We are heading for the end. Thank you for reading…

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