In Memorandium....
Even as he curled up in the arms of one who loved him, sobbing...
He was at a laptop, tears of rage and grief streaming down his face, as he let his Order know.
Tonight, a friend of mine died.
A retired Magister of the Visus.
A clever old man, full of pride and power.
Someone who saw fit to challenge the corruption Aaron White was spreading across the Pentacle.
And, perhaps, a man closer to the Imperial Mysteries then even he knew.
He died as he lived. In power. And with no regrets.
One day, the Exarchs will be toppled from their false thrones.
And when that day comes, and we build our Hieraconis... a capstone will be laid, with the name of my friend upon it.
Rest well, my friend. I will always remember you.
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