LETTERS FROM THE GREAT DARKNESS
The small City of New Hudson lay along a four mile stretch of the Hudson River. From a harbour busy with steamships and sailing vessels, narrow streets of houses wound up the hill to the old wooden stockade, the site of the original settlement.
We were told at school that it was from the stockade that the original Founders fought off marauding bands from the old cities during the ‘The Adjustment’. So it was probably fitting that in the Year of Our Lord 2102AD, during a cold and sunny November, I found myself up on the walls of that same stockade with my fifteen soon-to-be ex-classmates. We were all eager to leave school and at our tender age of twelve years there was only one obstacle left; the end of school 'Founders Day' speech from the last surviving Fo
