04-16-2023, 12:42 AM
April 1934
In Grapevale, a messenger delivered a telegram to the construction site that used to be the Castle of Grapes. A woman wearing a hard hat took the paper and read it, her frown deepening with every word. Upon getting to the end, she stormed off towards a row of motorcars parked at the edge of the site, near the Old South Road.
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On the Old South Road, a horse reared up as a motorcar turned the corner unexpectedly. “Whoa, boy!” Letitia called out, quickly nudging her horse off the road as more and more motorcars zoomed past along the road in a hurry. She watched on as the cars, marked with the new Kerlian flag, disappeared over the horizon. “Wonder what that is about,” she mused to her horse, guiding him back onto the road and onwards as the cars zoomed towards Lauchenoiria.
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In Buttercity, Lauchenoiria, President Oliver Arkwright signed an executive order, authorising a covert operation that would hopefully correct an injustice dating back to the 1840s. Or, depending on one’s point of view, create a new injustice instead. A messenger thus set out on the steam train south, towards Costeno, to begin the operation.
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In Costeno, a prisoner sat cross-legged on the floor, her back straight as she meditated, as she had done daily for the last long twelve years. She did not yet know what was happening, supposedly in her name. By the time she found out, it may well be too late.
In Grapevale, a messenger delivered a telegram to the construction site that used to be the Castle of Grapes. A woman wearing a hard hat took the paper and read it, her frown deepening with every word. Upon getting to the end, she stormed off towards a row of motorcars parked at the edge of the site, near the Old South Road.
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On the Old South Road, a horse reared up as a motorcar turned the corner unexpectedly. “Whoa, boy!” Letitia called out, quickly nudging her horse off the road as more and more motorcars zoomed past along the road in a hurry. She watched on as the cars, marked with the new Kerlian flag, disappeared over the horizon. “Wonder what that is about,” she mused to her horse, guiding him back onto the road and onwards as the cars zoomed towards Lauchenoiria.
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In Buttercity, Lauchenoiria, President Oliver Arkwright signed an executive order, authorising a covert operation that would hopefully correct an injustice dating back to the 1840s. Or, depending on one’s point of view, create a new injustice instead. A messenger thus set out on the steam train south, towards Costeno, to begin the operation.
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In Costeno, a prisoner sat cross-legged on the floor, her back straight as she meditated, as she had done daily for the last long twelve years. She did not yet know what was happening, supposedly in her name. By the time she found out, it may well be too late.
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