Dustless | Volume 14 | The Governor of the Desolate Cantons

…I will be a bridge to you, and you will be a bridge to me

Where old power breaks down, new power is sought. Where old leaders vanish, new leaders appear. Where old weakness is shown, new strength emerges.

Across cantons known as “the Desolate”, the tenuous order of a negligent regime dissolves. The hollow core collapses: in the ruins, a wild vacuum forms. People flee in disarray, leaving no authority: so strangers arrive, prepared to use violence, and good at it.

These are the days of assassins, the days of rats and crows.

A sleigh of bones, carrying a fairy-tale emperor. A thread of black metal, denying the road. A child made of snow, born from weeping. Wolves! Gloom in the mid-day sun: and at night, on the horizon, the light of an incinerating city apes the dawn.

A great bloodshed: a bloodshed like a sea.

How can such obstacles be crossed? How may we be lifted above them, carried beyond them?

A bridge is needed…

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