In Luck's Panoply Clad, I Stand
ShortStory 4,090 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Seven months since the war and two since winter should’ve ended, and Lake Erie is still frozen thick enough for me to walk out and gather care packages dropped from orbit. Soon enough, those metal husks will spill out harvests from Luna, Titan, Mirabilis; even worlds as far as Unserwald and Tamraparni are sending what they can spare."
Content warnings 3
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Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.