10/03/2025 Snippet, THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST.

Well, I wasn’t planning to start the intro to my Fermi Resolution war and ghost novel THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST today, but it all popped into my head as I was driving to get a hair cut. Said intro would actually make a serviceable short story. Not saying I’m doing it this month, but it’s interesting.

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Morrigan Ragemonger (Archmage of the Third Carmine Legion, Circle Prime, Sephiroth, Paramount War Mage of the Eastern Conquests, publicly the third most powerful entity in the Universal Dominion, and secretly the fourth), scowled at the map again. It was very prettily made, as befitted something that was meant to hover in the Supreme Archmage’s private reception room.

That wasn’t the problem. The problem was… “We’re losing the war, Supreme Archmage.”

“What, still?” replied Amok Wildfire (Supreme Archmage). “We’ve been losing since before you and I were born, Morrigan.”

He put down the carafe he’d been holding. It was always scandalous to see the Supreme Archmage pouring his own drinks, but Morrigan had insisted: no servants for this discussion. It’d just be wasteful.

He didn’t bother offering Morrigan any wine, which saved her the trouble of pretending to accept it. She appreciated that. “Yes, Supreme Archmage. It’s just that lately it’s been getting worse. As you see, the map here…”

“…shows that the Dominion is half the size it once was, yes. That sounds like a problem for the outer Sephiroths.” Wildfire’s smile was no less ghastly for not particularly trying to be. “Or one for our Paramount War Mages. Isn’t that why we have Paramount War Mages, in fact? To raze problems like this, right down to the bedrock?”

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