Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Sexy GPT.

Mission control.

Three guineas.

Glycon.

Process.

For the brave at heart, I offer a peek at what passes for outlining hereabouts; if you quail at the thought, skip past: there’s pretty pictures afterwards. (At least, I hope they’re pretty.) —Those with a wonkish hunger for even more nuts and bolts on the publication of an episodic epic are invited to browse this AbsoluteWrite thread on the topic, and then this post, for the year-end wrap-up.

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Disco Elysium.

Atlas.

Plaid Pantry.

Union forever.

PALANTIR

Kaylee / Inara.

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