Leo R. Skoble

WHAM! The gavel cried out in pain upon hitting its unwilling partner in its democratic dance of lies. Theodore was shaken from his dissociation. “All rise as the Honorable Justice Clemens enters the courtroom,” a monotonous man droned. “May his judgement be fair and just, honoring the illumination of truth in the Everlit City.” Theodore Porter had always hated the light. He stood, mirroring the behavior of the prosecutor. He now stood in an empty hall, lacking a jury or spect

As the edges of the papers singed and fell to their fate, the ink on the pages written into alchemical and runic patterns gave out a hiss when the fire touched it. Uvior watched them burn, glad they were screaming. He shook his head. No, he felt sorry for the ink and the parchment, being forced to depict such evil things. The papers whistled a terrible, haunting tune as they perished. A high-pitched whine that matched the tone of the tinnitus after an explosion, or a tea kett