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August 14, 2018 AD
The Hill Without Shade
A man stands alone on a hill with nothing on it but a knee-high oak sapling and the dust. Five others push off from the far bank in kayaks they have mostly never used before. There are no chairs, no water, no shade worth the name. What happens next is either absurd or foundational — the founding of the first government this stretch of Clivilius has ever known, held in a loose ring around a plant that hasn't yet decided whether it can survive here. By the time the ring loosens, something has changed. Not much. But enough.
