The Shadow of the East

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2026-06-05 05:54:37 -

*October 14th, 1882* The ink is freezing in my well. I can hear the wind howling through the eaves of the manor, a sound like a wounded animal. Outside, the landscape of my ancestral home in the Cotswolds has been transformed. The rolling hills are now dotted with the silver spires of the Eastern Administration, and the village square is filled with the rhythmic chanting of the Imperial...

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