Ganam had never thought he’d end up being a spy for the widow of the regent of Ahiranya. But that was life, he supposed. Unpredictable. You could spend most of it fighting to see your country free, and actually live to see the day come to pass. And then, by chance, you could also live to see your gods return, and the man you used to follow rise from the dead, and learn that the world you’d dreamed of was just more of the same. Rot, and tyrants, and keeping your eyes open for danger. So it goes.
