The Queen of Stone and Fire
In the Temple of Reason, a clock struck thirteen. Then it announced, "Sunday May Third, 2953. Tertiary post-Mayday service begins in fifteen minutes."
Tevis Morkin wasn't there for the service. His government duty for the week was registering magic workers, if any happened to set up business in New Dinkytown. None were likely to come along this soon after Mayday; that was why the City hadn't chosen someone she considered reliable for the task.
He turned to look at the wall behind his desk, which bore pictures of Reasonite saints. Tevis knew enough history to suspect Karl Marx, Ayn Rand, Josiah Warren, and Aleister Crowley would not have been pleased to be lumped together.
Behind him, someone cleared their throat.