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The rain had taken away the bite of the fires, rending what was left of the blazing inferno to embers that kindled under the shelter of collapsed roofs. It had washed away most of the remaining blood and debris, funneling back down into the ocean and staining the water a muddy grey. Even through the pelting rain, the strong stench of smouldering wood and charcoal perforated the air. The blighted militia had moved on, heading forward through the deep wood to reach the Haven, burning ...

There wasn’t a place that Chey hated more than Conquest, a disgusting vile that more frequently than not had her throwing up on her own mouth than even mildly pleased at its offerings. The streets and people were rancid, covered in filth, trash and body fluids that resonated an overwhelming stench that she had never gotten used to. But, like a great deal of the poor souls that wandered the Isles she had nowhere else to go. It was this or living in hiding on the mainland, reduced t...