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Chapter 9.67 (Pt. 1) 

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Released on: Nov. 26, 2023, 12:29 a.m.
Last edited: Nov. 28, 2023, 11:18 p.m.
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Rémi Canada stood in his dark newspaper company, surrounded by scrying orbs that all showed the same thing: nothing.
Or if they had something, it was a broadcaster in Terandria apologizing for the delays.
“—Esteemed [Lords] and [Ladies] of the broadcast…”
“—Esteemed [Lords] and [Ladies] of the broadcast…”
His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
Rémi had talked with him twice, and the man had been actually very cordial. Everything about him was an act. Esquire was a knightly term; it had nothing to do with nobility, but he was a common man and needed some pretense.
“That is—Your Majesties of Terandria.”
Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
All of Terandria had to be watching.
The world was in an information blackout. Rémi likewise. Mage’s Guilds—down. News networks scrambling. Now, ironically, everyone was turning to the few pillars of old news.
[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
A dead god is attacking one of my people, a young woman from Earth, Erin Solstice.
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