‘But Scion itself is the greatest lie in history. A two-hundred-year-old façade for the true government of England. The true inquisitors of clairvoyance.’ ‘Of whom do you speak, Underqueen?’ the Heathen Philosopher asked. ‘She speaks of us.’ The deep voice came from the entrance to the vault; an outbreak of shouting and gasping ensued. Arcturus Mesarthim stood beneath the archway, flanked by his fellow Ranthen. His timing was impeccable.
Fuck yes.
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