Historical Setting, 610 C.E. Besançon Fortress Now I’m groping my way through the tunnel. The darknesses I prefer, like the dark of night, always seem to glow from something – the moon, the stars, the first rays of sun — but this dark is the nearly a suffocating intensity of death’s dark, even withoutContinue reading “#50.7, Weds., Nov. 15, 2023”