The Admonishments of
Kherishdar
M.C.A. Hogarth
These are not my stories. If I had my way, you would never see them. I have read your books. I have walked unseen through your streets. You call my empire rigid and unforgiving, but you visit the most unspeakable cruelties on those who violate your unwritten laws. You speak of the value of the individual, yet your society casually disposes of those it considers unsalvageable. You speak of redemption and redeem no one.
You call our ways unkind. But your kindness is torture.
I am the altar upon which society sacrifices its murderers, its thieves, its wayward spirits. I am their Correction... or their destruction. I serve Shame. Without me, there is no Civilization.
These stories are anonymous offerings left by souls in their most vulnerable moments. Read them with respect.