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The Inquisitors Folly Prologue The least that could be made of Thraxis, was not made in good heart. Long ago, the world had become compliant to the light of the Imperium. Compliance and peace seemed so distant in modern times. Little could be said of the planets surface. No major oceans existed, and the soil took up a dark brown color, akin to soot. Wide forests occupied a good portion of the planet, and they're stink seemed to conquer all corners of it. The smell was something not too distant of the smell of decomposing organic material. Imperial equerries sometimes questioned how the native Thraxians could stand the reek. In truth, a

Masks We all wear our masks Not a mask of theater, but one of life Our masquerades are as many as they are complex The porcelain of false perfection The stone of wrath and vengeance The thick plaster of lies I have seen the masks of Blood, Hate, Love, Lies, and falseness Then there are those more hidden Masks of Friendship and Affection To hide the truth of Malcontent and greed To shed these masks are forbidden by the laws of conformity we live so abidingly by However, in time the porcelain of lies chips away One day, the mask will disappear When my mask fades, the world will see me for what I am As for you, when your mask fade