Immortal Iris — Brett P.S.

The Iris. Forgotten construct. One hundred years is not a particularly long time for a nation, but of enough length for a grandson to forget his father’s father. Long enough for worms to devour a man’s flesh. Long enough to fill the gaps in a century with hot air. The orders issued by kings now crept through Dimitri’s ears as he strode across a raised causeway of moss covered granite.