And so it begins…

It might change. It might not. But the page is no longer blank… 😀

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After they’d slid one by one through a narrow space between the stout columns and past the row of evergreen trees judiciously planted in tight formation around the perimeter the sand-covered courtyard, Max, Simon, and Bryaxis stopped in their tracks. Raising his hand to hush the slaves, Max stared wide-eyed at the spectacle taking place in the center of the square. With every blow of the blade, chips of wood flew off the battered post. A particularly ambitious sliver sailed through the air before falling to the ground in front of Max’s left sandal.

Bryaxis finally whispered to Simon, “By Pollux, does he always do this naked?”

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JPK