The Diamond of The Goddess Rangda Written by Liberty Blair Charissage Across the long stretches of the Hundred Isles, beyond the rotting rice fields like black fetid cesspools, lay a Charnel-Land of the Goddess Rangda. Inside the dark and oily charnel ground, where the discarded, disassembled skeletons of criminals and vagrants lay beside the corpses of babies, stretched out to be eventually eaten by dogs and other less speakable things, was a tiny hut—a hut surrounded by the scorched and blackened earth.  The sickening sweet stench of death filled the charnel land. Insects hissed and buzzed everywhere, breaking the Primordial Silence, which waits patiently for the nose of civilization, which…