Servant of the Enemy Part I

Written By R.M. Garino

San Randor was an ancient city. Old stood next to modern and both pretended the other did not exist. The stone of the buildings were once white when removed from the quarries. Now, they were a green so dark as to be almost black, the passive victims of the inevitable soot and dirt of human habitation, combined with the ravages of the sea.

Cutting across the northern district, a monstrous barricade stood twenty stories high. Its top was buttressed and interrupted by gabled ...