Anarchy

I am everything no longer forgotten.

I banish forgetting.

My seed has grown and become prophecy.

Truth walks the world above.

Magic is risen to the world once more.

In Cornwall, they have seen it rise: in an angel of death and endless, unseasonal snow.

Across the ocean, on a remote Canadian island, the blood and offerings and smoke of England seem nothing more than distant rumours of hysteria.

Until the ...