And so it was, a sentiment of anger, forced itself within the mind, at the back of it, a whisper of malevolence, barely heard yet forceful in its tone, its voice commanding, domineering, imposing, wrathful, with vengeance. It was one word that made itself known to the mind:
Burn.
Dacia will rise.
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