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“What shall we call it, madam?” the soldier sounded excited. Ecstatic, even. And Deirdre supposed that he had good reason to be. They were victorious, after all. They had won. Yet what a hollow victory it was; a victory of circumstance.
Stop, she told herself. Wasn’t that what all victories were, anyways? Simple circumstance?
The soldiers were waiting. She studied her surroundings. Gray hummocks and the stench of blood. Simple circumstance, indeed. Her heart gave a pang, the dreamer that she never could extinguish coming back to life. How can something beautiful ever be built on this? Yet this was her role. Her duty in this sick game that the gods played called fate.
Build your empire, raise your monsters.
“Etoem.” Deirdre said, giving a voice to her nightmares. It was self-inflicted pain, this name was. It was the constant reminder to her sins. It was repentance, or the vain, self-indulgent hope of it, like gossamer strands. “This land will be called Etoem.”
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