Foggy borders

The borderlands grow wider and wilder every year, as the dense fog obstructs vision. It is not a regular, seasonal fog. It smells awful, and is unusually thick with suspicion and distrust. Winter will give way to spring, but the fog is likely to remain. It obstructs budding new talent, who await their five years under the Sun.

A few people spin stories about the other side, give it a sinister shape and feed local imagination with it. It is the easiest path to victory – Divide and rule. Who knows it better than politicians and honchos, in an election year?

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