Chapter 14
AleksandarFounding
Three days to Founding.
An eternity to return to Solenne.
Alek hated Founding. The crowded city perpetually stank of stagnant water and smoke. No matter how often he scrubbed his skin, the odor never seemed to disperse. At least he wanted to believe the malaise that hung in the air was stagnant water and not something fouler.
The original settlers planned the city in a grid pattern, and they had constructed the earliest buildings from the very ships that brought the settlers to the new land. Over the next two centuries since humans spilled out of their ships, those buildings rusted in only a handful of years and were eventually covered over in brick.
The city outgrew the original grid, newer sections a free-for-all and the older quarters carved into smal
