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Mayor Cornelius Green - Journal entry end of cycle seven.
I always feel it at the end of the cycle. It is not sadness, exactly. Not the way people assume. It is more like standing at the edge of a familiar room and realizing the furniture has shifted while you were not looking. Everything is still yours, but it sits differently. Today I walked through town and tried to see it the way a newcomer would. The light was good. Soft, warm, honest. It made the storefronts look like they were holding their heads up. There was laughter near t

Ridley Clinkscales
4 days ago2 min read


Sheriff Ellis Conrad, Journal entry - one month to cycles end
The town has been quiet. Not the normal quiet. Not the kind you get after folks drink themselves tired and the saloon lamps go down one by one. This is different, and that is what is worrying me. I walked Main Street twice today. Boots on hard-packed dirt. Cold bite at the edges of my fingers. The town was running as normal, folks going about their day, each getting ready for cycles end. People keep saying it is calm. They say it like it is a blessing. Calm is what you get

Ridley Clinkscales
4 days ago2 min read
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