the smuggler’s bible

Carry a candle, bear your own torch

Run your hands along the wall until you find the catch. Take your time, it is well hidden. There it is—cleverly concealed, but they didn’t know whom they were dealing with.

How could they?

In ancient villages, everything was bought with sacrifice—harvest, thawing, peace. Your forebears paid or they did not receive.

You will pay. You will receive.

The gods want what everybody wants: to smell ash on the wind, to see irreplaceable things burn. So, pick an integral part of yourself and touch it to flame. See it flicker. See it glow. You deserve everything you get.