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Final Castle #77

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James knelt, penitent. Begged for forgiveness.

On the steps to the north of the square rested the shattered eldar upon a litter of kindling, split bone and rent flesh.

Peace eluded James. He reached deeper within, looking for a prayer or suplication to steady himself.

Smoking corpses were piled about the square, exposed flesh welted and blotched.

James began counting the prayers.

Kate hobbled towards him, her skin seemed to ripple, glimmer. Her hair hung limply around her face.

She screamed when the Elated guard grabbed her, "Help me", she pleaded James.

He looked away.

Brother James attained numbing peace.

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