By David C. Daoust It was a dull hum, a constant droning noise, ever present in the sleeping hours of the Wards small portion of the city-station. This noise is what let Clover know everything was okay. Never once did…

By David C. Daoust He was born a ‘Ward of Ergos’. A Ward’s life, when compared to what was promised, was but a fleeting glimpse. Thirteen years to grow, thirteen years for their minds to develop. Thirteen years until their…