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Final Castle #74

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The crowd quietly humbled as the Eldar floated through the square carried in the tahtırevan, it's mind probed, analysed, tamed. It's large black eyes never flickered.

Baked by years of contradictory religious teachings craving impossible belief, James' mind was uniquely serene and beaten.

Amped, twitchy, divided, overclocked. Kate's mind shivved out from the blank crowd into the Eldar. It gasped, commanded the bearers to retreat.

It shreened at the Enslaved crowd, which staggered back as one, recoiling away from Kate and Brother James.

The Eldar's hold shattered and the crowd began to dissolve as Elated troops charged in. Kate shook.

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