Saturday, May 14, 2011


It happened as the Cabal predicted, sitting in our caffeinated haze around a humble table on the Hill of Tin. The oldest order has given way to the next generation at last. The past of mud and blood and glory has begun to fade. We are grateful for what they won, but the more discerning have also noted what we lost.

And yet, here we are, standing on the terminus between two oceans, somewhat unafraid.



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