For This World Yet Lives
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Last published Mon, Feb 20, 2017
A millennium after a prophesied hero failed to defeat the Blackened One, the immortal continues to rule over the miserable remnants of humanity. The descendants of those forced onto the farms continue to toil in slavelike conditions, struggling to produce enough food to sustain those who remain. The residents of the cities struggle to eke out livelihoods from among the ashfalls and choking smog. The very few nobles live in luxury on their fine estates, vying for power and trying to ignore the suffering in the streets. No one has seen the sky in centuries. And in the center of it all, the Everking, once reviled as the Blackened One, grows blacker and blacker. The very earth is dying. But there are a very few who have hope, for this world yet lives . . .
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