The stories of the sorcerer Don Juan had carried me this far by Kevin Wikse

Kevin Wikse Don Juan
The stories of the sorcerer Don Juan had carried me this far. I set the spirit of his apprentice free, helping him escape the inorganic beings. Within the tale, there was truth, no matter how small or skewed. I would enter the non-ordinary reality or die trying. 

When the desert grew its darkest and I was sure death stalked me, the world exploded with color, and fear fell to its knees before me. 

-Kevin Wikse. 

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