Historical Setting: 793 C.E. The North Sea Gunnar didn’t call me “thrall,” he called me “red shirt.” I am slave to a particular master who identifies his own with the red shirt. My shirt is hardly a brilliant shade of red even though I’m new, because the shirt, like an owned man, is theContinue reading “#68.10, Thursday, May 22, 2025”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 