The Vintage Underground

“What is this?”

She stood in the doorway. With the light beaming in through the window from the hall behind her, I could only make out her silhouette. As my eyes focused, I could see that she was holding something in her fingers. It was a piece of paper.

I held my tongue and tried to gauge her body language. She was tense. Nervous. Was she holding her breath? I did not recognize it, and I did not want to imagine what it might be. She seemed to be holding it up accusingly. Any reaction would unleash her fury. I was curious, but far too aware to step into such an obvious trap. Any misplay would would cost me dearly.

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Notes from the MTG Underground: Reflections

“To reflect on the past, we must pull our teeth from the flesh of the present and our vision from the hellfire of the future.” – Baron Sengir

Summer 2002. My daughter was three years old. She was almost as fascinated with me as I was with her.

The first time I found her looking at a Magic card, but I could not see what it was. She was talking to my brother about it.

“This is my dad. That’s blood by his mouth.”

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