The Story

Snow was falling on the settlement. Winter had come in fast on the heels of the Night of Fire, and many feared it would be a long, tough season. More»

The Weaver's Fee

Jirgan sat in the dark cellar. His hands were tied behind his back. A rag that smelled of sweat and vomit — neither of them his — was crammed in his mouth and held tight with rope. He could hear them coming. More»

One Survivor

His feet hurt. Blisters upon blisters, the tattered remains of his Legionaire’s boots offered almost no protection any more against the broken dusty ground. More»

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