The world is in chaos; green light swirls into the atmosphere at every turn, and I lie here, wondering what is to become of me. I'm not sure of my title-- am I deserving of it? He said I was an accident. Is this true? I am not yet certain. All I am certain of is this blighted land, and all that terrorises it."

a mix for my inquisitor, ailis trevelyan.

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