Oberons-Garden

There's a story people round here used to tell. People don't talk about it so much now. They act like they've forgotten, afraid of the truth in it. The only story no one ever tells, the only taboo in a city of sinners and scoundrels, burglars and bastards. Shame too, since it's a good one. It's begins where all stories do, in the land of the lawless. Gangs cropped up all over like weeds and for a long time that was the only thing that could hope to grow in the wastes. It flourished. There were two places to be in this world. Either you held iron in your hand or you had it shot between the eyes. And you can be surprised how compromised a man'