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Welcome,
to the City of Refuge !
precious stones,



i. The Mock Trial
I have the cards. But you have the seal.
Care to play a game within a game?
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Care to play a game within a game?
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ii. The Debate
Find the tiny wooden crate. Inside the crate are three tiny glass jars with green lids. Inside these jars are tiny folded papers. Use these to help you in your debate.

Bloom! The Pearl of Joseph's Rib
Acrylic on canvas
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026

The Church and Her Sword
Acrylic on canvas
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.

Whose Feet They Hurt With Fetters
Acrylic on canvas
9 x 11 in
New York, 2026
Donated locally.
9 x 11 in
New York, 2026
Donated locally.

November 1833: Primal Instinct
Acrylic on canvas
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.

Thine Arrows Are Sharp
Acrylic on canvas
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.
11 x 14 in
New York, 2026
Available in shop.
THE COLLECTION
Immerse into this thrilling maze of literature, featuring insightful games and debates! Stroll by the garden greens as you explore the contents of this carefully packaged alabaster. Enjoy!
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