There was a solemn nature about a place designed to fly folk around the landscape-especially one now long past use-but the way Rhamuel figured, it was just a big graveyard without any bodies.

Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition

Chapter 11: We Live Amongst the Dust

Rhamuel and the last of his family, Abranyah, travel their barren world, shack to shack, selling tinctures to keep a full belly and evading the dogmatists to keep their throats safe. Time has turned funny after The Whatever, an apocalyptic event that few remember and even fewer can explain, danger now as commonplace as the unrecognizable relics of war, and the madman Aphulan—along with an iron rule over his small township—may hold the answers. With a cure for The Sick and a passion to uncover what happened to their world, Rhamuel and Abranyah set off on a journey to the “other place,” the days before The Whatever, and ready themselves for a glimpse into what happened, and what was always meant to happen next.

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Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition