Letter From The Editor - Issue 56 - April 2017

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Counterclockwise
    by Alethea Kontis

Counterclockwise
Artwork by Kevin Wasden

Philosopher physicists postulate that it was not merely one celestial event but a combination of the "Fiery Trigon" (the conjunction of Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars), the appearance (and subsequent disappearance) of a new star in the heavens, and the metaphysical energy produced by the solar eclipse that aided the successful Gunpowder Plot explosion of 1605 in creating the Fawkes Schism, which fractured off a pocket of the British Prime or Known Universe and facilitated the mutual juxtaposed existence of the Secondary and Tertiary Universes (commonly referred to as the Second Kingdom and Nodnol, respectively). All Hallow's Eve, roughly a week before the anniversary of the Blast and the legendary fabled night when the veil between the living and the dead is lifted, ironically became the day on which the energies of these multiverse bonds are the strongest. Instead of ghosts, persons, places, and objects are pulled seemingly at random from the Tertiary world into the Secondary, or the Secondary into the Prime -- the former of each universal-plane pairing being the less stable of the two.

Edith slid her finger down the yellowed page and read the passage a third time. Damn and Blast. Only a bleeding idiot tried to study on holiday.

Masked merrymakers filled the pub in varying states of dress and drunkenness. Thankfully, nobody wanted to waste precious partying time on a party pooper with her nose stuck in a book. Edith reached for her tea, only to realize her cup was empty.

A hand appeared before her holding a tumbler of ice and pungent amber liquid.

Damn and Blast. She'd gone and jinxed herself.

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