The reconstruction of the Black River started before the bodies were fully cold.
That was its own kind of tribute, maybe. Or its own kind of necessity.
The outer walls had been breached in four places.
The eastern gate needed full replacement.
Three buildings in the outer ring had been destroyed, two partially collapsed, one burned entirely to the foundation by Seraphine's magic artillery.
What remained of our forces was organized into work crews.
Warriors who couldn't fight with injuries could still carry a stone.
Civilians who'd been sheltering moved into roles they hadn't filled before: logistics, supply, organization of what we had and what we needed.
Martin, one arm or not, started showing up at strategy sessions two days after his surgery.
He sat in the corner the first
