8 Thorne
“Should sentient ever combine with filament, then anything might literally be possible.” - Hammurabi the Seventh, author of Law of Sentient
I race down the maze of streets that make up Fort Derringer. The buildings loom around me, from the grocer and sheriff to the music hall and dry goods store. The scent of fresh paint and old wood surrounds me. And there are people everywhere.
Speeding through the crowd, I make a straight line for the schoolhouse, which hides the entrance to Oxblood viz dome. As I move along, a small crowd closes in around me, blocking my path. A chorus of worried voices echo through the air.
“Prince Thorne, what are you doing about the factions?”
“War is coming!”
“My town was raided.”
“Things have fallen apart since you left.”
On reflex, I glance towa
