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Tyler looks around, though he's not sure why. Though part of him is certain things weren't always this way, right now, he is alone. Utterly, utterly alone.

And now...now he knows his place.

Tyler's hands refuse to stop trembling as he makes his way towards the red cloaked figures.

But he keeps his head down. And he tries to swallow his dread.

What do you think the bishops want from Tyler? It probably won't be anything good, huh?

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