City Beyond Time: Tales of the Fall of Metachronopolis
“Defoliants, and poisons, had reduced the greater number of the trees to leafless, sickly hulks, unwholesome to behold, and where the weapons of the enemy had fallen, running walls of fire had consumed them, leaving stands of wood and smoking ash. But here and there within the ruin, defying destruction, a kingly tree raised up a bounty of leaves, shining green-gold in the setting sun. Through the ruins of the forest came a man. He was past his youth, and past the middle of his age, but he was not yet old. His posture was erect, untiring, unbowed, and strong. His hair was iron-grey, his face was lined and careworn. The sternness of his glance showed he had been a leader of men, accustomed to command. The sorrow and cold rage kindled in his eye showed he was a leader no more. The furtive silence of his footstep, the quick grace of his flight, showed that he was hunted.
He wore the uniform of a warrior of his day and age. The fabric was soft and camoflaged, broken into unpatterned lines a...nd shadows.MoreLess
He wore the uniform of a warrior of his day and age. The fabric was soft and camoflaged, broken into unpatterned lines a...nd shadows.MoreLess
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