Dawn and Dusk

Winter of the 114th year after the Shadowfall. As the last three-masted ship of the Imperial Royal Fleet docked in the harbor, I realized that this revolution and war of iron and blood had finally come to an end. We had all taken part in this great revolution, whether swept along by fate or acting of our own free will.

Perhaps I was lucky, perhaps it was fate, but I lived through it all and survived.

I am not an imperial historian. This is not a history book.

I am Xiaochen of Aisese. This is my... our story.

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