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As Night and I close in on camp, I slow my horse to a walk. At this point, there shouldn’t be anyone running around the compound, but you never know. My horse’s hooves make sloshing sounds in the mud as I navigate through the labyrinth of cabins. Some places are neatly closed up. Others have doors open, the cabin’s interior showing as a mess of quickly piled belongings. Once Armageddon invaded, everyone had to evacuate through the temporary Pulpitum station. Clearly, some people handled the rush better than others.
I make a mental note to send servants back here to go through the cabins, inventory leftover items, and ensure they get to their rightful owners. My court wasn’t pleased to be stuck in Purgatory. Leaving in a rush for Armageddon would only make things worse. The least we ca
