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Always29th of Last Seed, 4E 191
Garnag is gone. Gone gone gone gone gone. Left to get food, but he'll be back. It's only been three months. Three months. Tree months? Twelve moths? Four sloths!
Cicero sighed as he placed his quill on the table. His hand was shaking so badly, it was impossible to return it to the inkpot. His precious journal was carefully put away with the rest of the tomes that held the records of his personal thoughts.
Alone, he was alone. Always, always, always alone.
The Imperial stood up and stretched before going to the main room where the Night Mother's coffin rested.
"Speak to me, Mother," Cicero crooned gently. He lovingly ran his hand down the cold iron casket. "Speak to Cicero. Give me your words. I could still save the Brotherhood. We just need the two of us to be the seed of a new, better Family."
There was only silence.
Just like always.
Always, always, always silence.
Cicero walked around the room, checking for any corruption of life near his matron. Th
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