Merlinsclaw
Risen From Ruins
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"THE END IS MERELY THE BEGINNING!"
"THE THRONE SHALL BE RETRIEVED. THE EMPIRE SECURED."
Bruce leaned over his chair, flicking on a small oil lamp.
It wasn't like he needed it though: The Angels had ensured that many years ago.
But this was his ritual. He'd done it every night for three years religiously.
His fingers rubbed over the light blue cover: "Transhuman Society and its Future."
He flipped into the first page. Destrade's signature.
Bruce would read through the words of Adeline Ravoux each night.
Symbology, hints, hidden messages, clues. Each time searching for something new.
The Order, the Angels, Hoffmann, the Emergents.
All of it meaningless.
There was only the empty throne.
This was Bruce's never ending quest.
This was his never ending war.
...
Again. Again. Again. The scream, the void, the body.
"YOU NEED ME!"
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