The Land of Broken Roads

The age of Man has come and gone. His bright and glorious works are ruins, his heritage scattered and forgotten. Vicious things now walk his empty halls and hunt his empty streets. Men are few in number and huddled far away on the last weary stretches of land that have not cast them out. Yet new things awaken and old things change. Warmth may still return and light again may shine where doors have long been closed. New feet begin to tread on lost ground and beings more ancient than the sun behold and wonder: Do old mornings dawn again? Do old days return? In the land of broken roads, nothing comes easy. For a boy like Dirt, there is no food but what he can scavenge and no shelter but what ...