Descending Road - WITH THE SILVERED LIGHT by Dana W. Paxson

WITH THE SILVERED LIGHT

1563 4D

Five days later, his legs aching with each step, Andrew reached the two cairns of small boulders flanking the entrance to his farm track. The farm road had been rerouted and reshaped, more twists and turns added, until he could barely recognize the rock outcroppings he had known. Trudging up a final rise, unsure of how far he had come, he looked ahead in the moonlight.

A dark heap of what had once been a frame building slumped at the far side of a level grassy space. A tall tanglewire fence, glinting new steel, stood between him and the shadowy ruins. A small metal outbuilding stood next to a gate in the fence. Where was he? What was this place? In the ruin, he recognized a chimney. It stood alone over a blackened mass that glinted here and there with the silvered light of roasted and blistered cellusteel wood.

He stared in horror. This rubble had been his home.

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	WITH THE SILVERED LIGHT 1563 4D Five days later, his legs aching with each step, Andrew reached the two cairns of small boulders flanking the entrance to his farm track. The farm road had been rerouted and reshaped, more twists and turns added, until he could barely recognize the rock outcroppings he had known. Trudging up a final rise, unsure of how far he had come, he looked ahead in the moonlight. A dark heap of what had once been a frame building slumped at the far side of a level grassy space. A tall tanglewire fence, glinting new steel, stood between him and the shadowy ruins. A small metal outbuilding stood next to a gate in the fence. Where was he? What was this place? In the ruin, he recognized a chimney. It stood alone over a blackened mass that glinted here and there with the silvered light of roasted and blistered cellusteel wood. He stared in horror. This rubble had been his home.