Memoir: I think it's starting again.

journal entry, handwritten.

Standing over the dying abomination — heretics, she dares to call us — and he says to me, "The insurgents came through from upstairs."

CMC man, in my peripheral vision. He'd been there all along, hadn't he? I nod to him — of course, that makes sense — WAIT-

I turn. Nothing there but alleyway and blown-apart Centurions.

Help me, sisters. I think it's starting again.

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