From the Imperial Capital, this 19th day of September in the year of Our Lord 1841, the official gazettes of the Habsburg Crownlands have reached our scriptorium, their pages still redolent of printer…
Long, slanting shafts of daylight, pale and spectral as if filtered through the gauze of a specter's veil, descended upon Scarlet Ridge at the tenth hour, casting the observatory's shadow into the mis…
On this nineteenth day of September, in the Year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and forty-one, the presses of the Austrian Empire have laboured from dawn to dusk, casting forth a torrent of ga…
From the Kneeling Glen, a phantasmagoria of river fog ascends, its spectral tendrils coiling through the black pines that shiver in the ravine like mourners at a graveside. The frosted limestone peaks…
A suffocating tide of river fog creeps from the throat of Kneeling Glen, its spectral tendrils coiling around the black pines that shiver in the ravine like mourners at a graveside. Above this phantas…
SCARLET PASS CROSSROADS, Sept. 18th, 1841. — Word has reached this remote outpost of a gathering storm in the great capitals of Europe. The Anti-Corn Law League, that formidable association of Manches…