The land was first settled by blood of my distant blood, a crown of Yokuda, known for the spectacle of his shortcomings, Prince Hew. It is a scuff that no polish can ever wipe clean. Abah’s Landing is the perpetual muckstain on Khefrem’s kicking boot, where, with the lockstep of a mighty Raga, it plunges south into the Abecean.
