The King
My magnificent city is a glorious triumph over Mother Nature. Strength and determination will over the forces that which try to deter us from the course. Nay, I said, we would build. And we will build until the sweat off our brow falls unto our dead comrades’ graves. And even then, we will prosper, expanding our reaches until the skies. Nay! Beyond the heavens. Farther than God himself.
It will be glorious, my people.
Glorious indeed.
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