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Tapestry the Second: How Gyre of Veth Stole the Sun God’s Treasure Dos was the first of the gods, or so he always claimed. Crude and powerful, he had all the subtlety of Sol. He was worshiped in every land I knew of and had as many names as there were stars in the sky. He did not share my interest in mortals and would often mock me for entangling myself in the affairs of lesser beings. He laughed when I told him that they had found a way to coax fire from wood. “That they might cower around a weak and pitiable effigy of my splendour? Why should that concern me? It is by my will alone that their crops flourish and that the yellow

    We followed the great, sweeping, shadow of the SCT overland where it crossed the mountains. The train passed far above our heads, its cargo raised clear of wildfires and mudslides, making in five hours a journey that would take us as many months. Three times an hour the electric howl of its transit rang out across a silent landscape. We traveled through the petrified remains of OldWorld forests: thousands upon thousands of great, silver trunks that thrust up needle-like from the cracked, black earth, monuments in a vast necropolis abandoned by its dead. Soft ashes drifted on the wind, settling on every surface and shrouding us in grey.