The cult in the snowThere is a kind of cold that belongs to Canada alone. It gets into the bones and stays. Men build strange things in that kind of weather. Some build cabins. Some build churches. Some build little secret empires in basements and rented houses, where the curtains stay drawn and the lights stay low and the truth never sees a window

By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThey sat in quiet rooms with polished floors and windowless walls. The lights didn’t flicker there. The coffee was hot, the air cold, and the voices low. They didn’t shout. They didn’t argue. They didn’t have to. That’s how control works—it’s quiet.They called it business. But it was neve