The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down — Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
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The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down to plan hell, since no two of them could agree on the design of heaven.

— Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
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