Chapter 8

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8 Millions of futures, and most of them total anarchy—without the Swords. No Imperial Swords to subdue or tame, no Imperial Swords to grant dominion or assure succession—without them, little civilization. At the time the missing Heir Sword re-emerged, the number of futures with Imperial Swords was still great. The inexorable progress of time approached a place that would decide the future of humanity. On a narrow path lay peaceable civilization. On either side lay anarchy that would last ten thousand years.—The Fall of the Swords, by Keeping Track. The potter's bow to Scowling Tiger was so scant it was insulting. Before he had straightened completely, his head leaped from his shoulders, and a fountain of blood sprayed the packed dirt. Ripping a swatch from the potter's robe, Raging Rive

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