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The town was designed to radiate. But it was not designed to hold the sun.
Divine energy leached through the cracks in the red brick lanes. The winter-bare branches shivered electrons. The ice on the lake was spread too thin from the rising temperature. The air was too thick with Blessings to breathe.
The residents of the town were a cautious group. There was always an ally to win or an enemy to face. There was always something new and something worse. They looked up at the sky as they walked. Waiting for their gods. Waiting for their hero. Keeping score.
It seemed simple to the town. Order was winning. Order had the best laid plans and the best execution. Order always came on time. But the problem with order was that it wasn’t real. It was an excellent disguise, made of morals and greater goods. The town knew, just as the bricks knew, just as the branches knew, just as the ice knew. Order was unnatural. The world wasn’t built on order. It unfolded itself in a mess. It made mistakes and fixed them with mistakes. It changed. And it changed again.
Order was a nice idea. Order could be built up and polished. Order could fit in a phrase. But the tighter order clung, the more total the destruction when chaos found its way in.
Chaos always found a way.