10/06/2025 Snippet, FOR THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST.

Needed to put in a section between two existing ones.

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The map back in Morrigan’s own tower was even worse, because she didn’t have the luxury of being vague. Firewing only needed to know that they were losing. He didn’t need to have confirmation that they were losing by inches.

Seriously crucial inches. She scowled at the visualization of the Wabash front. An entire Circle’s worth of land had shifted from Dominion purple-green to ‘unworthy of rule’ blue-yellow. It had been a stubbornly persistent pimple on the front lines when she had taken the meeting, which heavily suggested that more of ancient Indiana was in the process of being written off. “What happened, Pan?” she asked her chief subordinate. “The ferals made one last push?”

Morrigan Ragemonger had never cared for the tradition of making a slave give out the bad news, because there was always something more useful to do with them. From the careful set of Senior War Mage Panic Misery’s face, this was one set of news he’d prefer to let somebody else share. “No, Archmage. The Highland Tower Circle, well, surrendered.”

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