Hence the great darkness of philosophers who have looked for a complete building in a ruin.
 
Marty Hart accidentally acquires the valuable philosophical insights of Rust Cohle, boy detective.

And he shall cleanse the house with the blood of the bird, and with the running water, and with the living bird, and with the cedar wood, and with the hyssop, and with the scarlet:
But he shall let go the living bird out of the city into the open fields, and make an atonement for the house: and it shall be clean.

Peter gives Phil a bath.

Max comes home for the first time since mom's funeral. He's running out of places to go.

Ed goes, and Jack follows. (Alternate ending to forest in the desert.)

They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.

(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)

Holden and Kemper, Kemper and Holden.

Krennic contemplates the dizzying array of interplanetary sexual diversity. Galen is mortified.

I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...

Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.

Halloween, 1978: Holly does some investigating.