Episode 07: Guardian (Part II)
The following Monday, I had a clump of neon green polyester fiber and a dead glow stick in my pocket, and the rejuvenated feeling that magical things were absolutely possible.
The following Monday, I had a clump of neon green polyester fiber and a dead glow stick in my pocket, and the rejuvenated feeling that magical things were absolutely possible.
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”