The captain pursed her lower lip, though I wasn't much younger than she was. Thirty-nine soldiers escorted the new Mother to Imparum. That's tradition. There's no traditional retinue for escorting a Mother home, as the Incarnation of Dev-Gemot, Beast of Heaven, Lord of Horn and Frill, generally outlives his dam, but I expected more than three. The captain shrugged. "Where's your horse?"

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Read “The Gods Come to Sredna” by T.S. McAdams, in Issue #290

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T.S. McAdams lives with his wife, son, and decrepit bullmastiffs in the San Fernando Valley, where he is not working on a screenplay. He made his first professional sale to Beneath Ceaseless Skies in 2017. His work has also appeared in Madcap Review, Santa Monica Review, Pembroke, Exposition Review, Faultline, and other fine magazines near you, and his story "Duck Circles" is forthcoming in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet.

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