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An Empire of Bones
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Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2014
I looked, straight into his eyes, unbelieving that he was so stupid. "How can we raze it all!! What will you lord over? A Kingdom of dust? What will you rule over? An Empire of bones?" His look was blazing and he looked straight back at me and said "What is it that you really want?" A small smile, played near my mouth, slowly it turned into a smirk. I leaned over and said "Just the Empire's prosperity"
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