There were 6 of us, on our way to the Empire of Arcadia, on a quest to meet the council. Chosen as it were, to be representatives of our tribe and attend this week’s gathering in the world of South African electro fuckouts. Our carriage carried the scribe (me), the gypsy from across the river and the shaman charged with taking care of the initiates. The carriage behind us carried the two initiates and the photographer charged with providing hard evidence of our attendance.


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