A Hymn for Flowers
The world is changing in the face of progress, and even the gods are unable to stop the inevitable march of industrialization. The spires of temples have given way to the smokestacks of factories. Where once prayers sought to reach the heavens, now only smog rises to greet the dawn. The Age of Myths has passed, and in its place rises the Age of Man.
There is no room for gods in this new world, no place for their miracles, and no halls for their worship. They are a dying breed, sad relics of a bygone era. Time marches forward without them, and there is nothing that can change this fact.
Caeden is a survivor. He does what he can to look out for himself in a land where men fight gods with rifles and cannons on the frontier and witch-barons battle military expeditions for control of its rich resources. With only his wits and the strength of the desperate, he combs through the wreckage of battlefields, spiriting away scraps of the dead and pawning them off so he can get through another day.
Luck doesn’t last forever, especially on the frontier, and Caeden finds himself getting more than he bargained for when he takes one risk too many while looting. Now bound to an unexpected charge, he finds himself unwillingly drawn into a series of events that could change the fate of the West, and the world, forever.
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