Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived. Though they boast of solitude, God was at their side. Nor the dreamer in his cell. Nor the captain on the hill.
Magic is alive.
Though his death was pardoned round and round the world, the heart would not believe. Though laws were carved in marble, they could not shelter men. Though altars built in parliaments, they could not order men. Police arrested magic and magic went with them. For magic loves the hungry.