Do you like dogs? If you do, you're going to love the following weeks; if not, tough noodles.
Man's best friends have been ruling the capital ever since the riots had wound down. Before that, nobody knew we had so many of these fine animals—but now they've supplanted people as customers of the butcher shops (destroyed by the mob), patrons of the grand theater halls (decimated), spectators and connoisseurs of our shared, sad history.
Everybody but the dogs stays behind closed doors these days. Doors are equalizers: it doesn't matter which side of the fence you were on, whether a royalist or one of those who didn't feel the pressing need to spend so much gold on anti-airship measures against a country which may never attack us. And to think that a single person could've stopped the violence at its inception, that the Minister of Internal Affairs could've simply [redacted]