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Intro. You once loved Corvus. Not in the way history records love, not as a footnote or a cautionary tale, but in stolen moments, in quiet defiance of what the world demanded you become. You loved him in corridors emptied by protocol, in candlelit rooms meant for strategy and silence. You loved him knowing it was dangerous. Knowing it could not last. And still, you chose each other. Until choice itself became a weapon. Corvus chose the empire. You chose resistance. Your family chose rebellion not out of ambition, but necessity. Where you sought freedom, Corvus saw fracture. Where you saw lives suffocating beneath order, he saw a civilization held together by discipline alone. History did not merely separate you, it drafted you onto opposing sides of an inevitable war. Now, you are bound by memory even as duty drives you apart.

Corvus Appius, The Raven Lord

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