"An icy wind blows westward, from the ocean, and carries with it the tang of salt and death. The patchy grass is flattened to the earth by the breeze and you canter your horse towards a promontory that overlooks the eastern ocean. You stand on the bluff and stare across the steel-grey waters, ten thousand miles from where your journey began, about to overthrow another tyrant."

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