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RETURN TO ARTEVELDE

A FICTIONAL MEMOIR






It is an undisputable fact that I lived for a time in a relatively obscure city in the lowlands of northern Europe.  Or so I thought.  Upon return to Artevelde after an absence of some eighteen years I could find little evidence to support this claim. What I found were inversions, substitutions, deceptions … what I found were riddles.





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Part I : Hovering     Part II : Wandering        Part II : Enumerating       Part IV: Descending