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A friend from the past... |
The aged wood creaked beneath her feat as she slowly walked towards the gate of the Castle. The remains of a poster, torn, partially burnt and barely readable, still stuck to the stone walls: “The Second Decree: I decree a Royal Census to be carried out in the month of June. Each and every citizen will be required to register and pay a 1000gp tax”. With what seemed just a flick of a wrist, her sword sent the parchment fluttering down into the moat. Criminal! First he taxed them for all they had… Then he sent an army upon them, an army of hired men payed for by… CRIMINAL! With a sigh Dawn closed her eyes, trying to suppress the rage. With her fist still clenched she passed through the gate. Defiantly she pointed her sword at a decapitated statue, presumably damaged during the battle to liberate Britain, and let a barely audible curse escape her lips. She wasn’t sure the statue had represented Casca but the rage subsided… for now. So many memories… These cobbles, the stairs that lead to the throne room… The Throne… So far from Virtue now… | 
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