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by R.M. Allen Copyright © 2011 by R.M. Allen rmallen.fiction@gmail.com https://sites.google.com/site/rmallenfiction/home I. The daytime azure was hidden behind a polluted sky. The blotted out sun mixed with the thick smoke, creating an amber hue. Tiny pieces of ash gently snowed over the landscape. The smell of charred wood circulated in the wind. The air was toxic enough to poison and sting the lungs. A wide, dirt path originated at a ruined town, navigated through a receding woodland, and lead to a job site on the other side of a hill. Fresh boot prints and tire tracks gave evidence that the road was still in use. The surroundin

by R.M. Allen Copyright © 2011 by R.M. Allen rmallen.fiction@gmail.com https://sites.google.com/site/rmallenfiction/home I The lively tavern was packed full of patrons. The drinkers were a mixture of foreigners from around the continental provinces. Tankards of ales clanked together. Roars of excitement grew then faded throughout the night. Some of the men gambled with cards, or played games of chance with dice. Coins of bronze, silver, gold and platinum were stacked on the tables. Lithe women danced around the room, chatted with the rowdy patrons, and served them food and drink. A thick cloud of tobacco and herbal smokes swirled a