deep, etched woodcut print, fine detail, of a research facility belonging to a multinational corporation outside a small town while the worl...

Carl looked Alestiar Curlew in the eyes, feeling smaller and younger than he had in years. The weight of Alestair’s conviction frightened him. “ …we don’t know what this is or how it works. It could make you glow pink for an hour or it could wipe this damn town off the face of the earth in a minute…” “Carl, my boy - thank you. It’s not a lot of young people who care about this town. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders kid, a good heart too.” Alestair put out his hand and Carl took the mark out of his calf. There was no discomfort, it was a stain on his skin the one moment and a solid object in his hand the next.