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Twenty-One: Fly Loamy Stormed

The interior militia stormed into Fly Loamy Slum the following evening and shot through the windows and kicked down the doors of its inhabitants. Their fire was returned. One spindly crone threw a petrol bomb and killed the four militiamen who had shot her grandson.

Twenty: Attentat

Nineteen: Broken Glass

Eighteen: In Which Problems Arise

It had taken the scant interior militia two weeks to disperse a small group of chemical millers and schoolchildren who had erected a tent settlement on the main thoroughfare through the citadel, demanding more food and holidays.

Seventeen: In Which a City Feels Restless in Dry Heat

During a summer of discontent, mordant pamphlets, theft and rainfall that was uncommonly low for the perpetually inclement citadel, restive groups formed and saw a chance. The conscript toll had been severe and rising for four years, and over a third of Sparta’s population was away losing wars. Most of the remaining population was engaged in wartoil, and was increasingly hungry and angry.

Sixteen: In Which the Plot Twists

The Ostrich lied. Or at least significantly embellished the aspects of the gossip about the iced cadaver that she and Edith found on their ramble that resonated with familiar tropes. ACLR had been bad at sports; but the Spartans abandoned her on the mountain for her part in an armed uprising.

Embroidery City

Wheeled City