The Magickal In-Between

The name Judson hits me. I see his name on a client sheet. Poor sucker, poor soul. He's in it for the long haul. Why make a mockery of your father's name?

Maybe his father doesn't have a name. Maybe his father is a nameless soul of souls wandering this city. Maybe Judson didn't know his father at all. A shadow of shadow drifting fitfully across his mind.

I will give you a name Judson.

I will give you a purpose.