The world does not always reward its visionaries. Sometimes it chews them up in silence, and all you hear is the echo of what could have been. Roy Dawson was one of those men. He walked quietly, worked hard, and believed in what he built. And what he built, once upon a time, was something beautiful.He was no titan with a marketing firm behind him.

The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t