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04 Apr 2018
When things were bad, you looked forward, up, whatever the saying went.
In Lorule there was no gain. Nothing forward, up, or even down for miles on end.
In this world of corruption all that was left was a slow decay, but if you were lucky, or set the fall up just right, the pieces could fall together into something usable, coherent. These were his pieces, and because he wasn’t, what they wanted or expected, the push didn’t come from boundless courage and vitality as was his birthright, rather the cornered desperation of waning morality that this life had left him