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“Manfred.”

Mayor Jacob Kane leans against the windowsill of his office, which sat in the side of the towering Government House, a building that presented a great view over the town of New Jericho.

Considering it had only been a few decades since crawling out of their bunker (and a highly lethal plague), human civilization was looking good. Many wood and brick structures clung hopefully to the outskirts of Old Jericho, alive with the bustling of everyday life. 

Despite the appearance of optimism, Mayor Kane couldn't help but dwell on what lay beyond the borders of his fledgling town. The town's defenses were meager, and expeditions into the city still struggled in recovering the technology of the past. If his people were to survive, the mayor would need to act carefully and decisively to advance their interests. After all, they could be all that’s left of humanity.

He moves to his desk, taking a seat. Moments later, a frazzled old clerk burst through the door, clutching a stack of documents in his hand.

“I heard you call, Mayor?”

Jacob turns his gaze upwards, having pretended to be preoccupied.
“Arrange a meeting with the Chairman of the Council for noon, urgent business. And get me my good suit.”



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For now, infrastructure would need to be built, technology discovered, fields sown, and lands charted.



Needless to say, it is going to be a hell of a job, and New Jericho's people need to be quick in order to survive and hopefully thrive in the new world.



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