Jonah Magnus did leave him in that place, John. He got the letter, oh yes, and was on good terms with Mordechai Lukas. He could have interceded, perhaps even saved him, but he did not. And it was not out of malice, or because he lacked affection for Barnabas Bennett: he retrieved those bones sadly enough when the time came. Bones that you can still find in my office, if you know where to look. No, it was because he was curious. Because he had to know, to watch and see it all.
[ID: a six-panel aesthetic edit in dark, muted tones, mostly in shades of black, grey and brown. in the middle of all images the name “jonah magnus” and underneath the podcast title “the magnus archives” are written in a serif font. the first image shows a large dark bookshelf full of books with a ladder in front of it. the second image shows a black coat and a white shirt with a white tie cravat. the third image shows a wall full of framed paintings of eyes. the fourth image shows a painting of a figure that’s otherwise just a black silhouette but the eyes and hands are visible. the eyes are looking up and the hands are clasped together. in the background, there is a halo-like circle around the figure’s head, and a pattern of gold dagger-like shapes. the fifth image shows a two hands holding out an ornamental crown out of darkness. the sixth image shows a notebook full of handwritten text. end ID.]
Elias: What does human even mean? I mean, really? You still bleed, you can still die. And your will is still your own, mostly. That’s more than can be said for a lot of the ‘real’ humans out there. [SEXY]
20k words into The Big JE NaNo Project, and that’s only my half of it, AND we’re only in like, the first act. Hosta has 24k more. This month has been absolutely bonkers.
