To Win An Empire

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And like that, the inferno rages

Footsteps into tomorrow, boots on the ground

The Machine marches forwards, and it does not stop for anyone

I wonder, only, what if I fall behind?


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The folder now lies open to a very specific page. All around it are blueprints and mechanical instructions for all sorts of wonderful and exotic devices, all of them involving magitech far beyond post people's understanding. All around it are countless bottles of empty wine, many of them imported and expensive, half of them shattered in a corner. Now surrounding it are small collections of burned out plant matter, the remnants of a pipe that saw perhaps far too much use. The writing on this page, unlike the others, seems less manic, more thoughtful, and almost more extravagent. A letter back home, to whom?

Well, everyone knew who, now.

Step Three: The Full Moon

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Tanya 'pyr' Volkova has a nice ring to it. Almost as nice as 'General', don't you think? Osrona is ready for them, now. For all of them.

If Dad manages to read this?

You always did say I was a good liar.