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Fredland Prologue

September 15, 2015 It was a cold, gloomy night, as a man dressed in gray marched through the rain. He was normally in a good mood, but not today, and not even because of the weather. There were a few people waiting for him in the rain, silently nodding as they opened the door for him. Even if they didn’t fully understand the situation, they understood their place in all of this, and just hoped they’d get out of it in one piece. The inside of the building was sparse, as it usually was. Not many people were roaming the halls at this hour, and even the ones who would didn’t seem to be around this time. As the man walked to his