493rd year of the true gods
2 years after the Cleansing
“Wakizashi,” Ethan Godkin said the word, and it felt strange in his mouth.
The emergency exit squealed as he pushed it open, then slammed behind him as he stepped out onto the rooftop high above the city streets. Heat from the sister suns warmed his skin, and he squinted against the bright midday light.
The city was silent. The only sounds came from the wind whistling between the buildings and the gravel crunching beneath Ethan’s heavy combat boots.
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