Fountainhead
From the depths of Edzard Ceadda Stanislaus' inner sanctum, comes an oeuvre wrought in black flames to illuminate the night. A seat has been saved for you amongst the beasts. The forest is dark and filled with trees. Ensconce yourself with us a spell. We are legion.
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Aphorisms (11 articles)
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Ruminations (6 articles)
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Reviews (2 articles)
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Poetry (2 articles)
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Exegeses (2 articles)
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Philosophy (5 articles)
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Ritual (2 articles)