Bewitched by Darkness

On the southwestern shore of the Sea of Imahz, bounded on the one side by fetid swamps and on the other by a ragged mountain range, there lies the town of Misere. Not an indolent, dreamy town, more interested in things of the spirit than those of the flesh; nor yet a bustling, hasty town, full of princes, priests and pimps, all grasping for more than their hands can carry and less than their hearts desire. Indeed, Misere was neither of these—and both. For Misere was something more than its ...