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... . The walls were taken, the armies shattered. Most of the elite soldiers are dead. I had hoped to preserve them but in the back of my mind I knew the best soldiers wouldn’t surrender. Still I had hoped they would have proven useful. But their actions thus far have shown me that perhaps a blank slate might be in order. The loyalists are starting to look like a potential rebellion risk rather than a stabilising factor.

Oh well they had their chance, I did tell them didn’t I?

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