By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer We live in a world where the shadows don’t wait for night to fall.Once upon a time, a man could go to sea or hunt the plains or drink in a quiet cantina and know what he was up against. Storms. Tigers. His own cowardice. Things you could name. But now the world’s full of eyes you can’t see, hand

There is a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from labor. It comes from vigilance — a state of constant readiness, like a soldier in the trenches long after the guns have quieted. You’re not waiting for peace. You’re waiting for the next shot, the next accusation, the next forced explanation for simply existing.They’ve built the world t