04/19/21 Snippet, Le Roi Est Mort. This one is mostly done already, but it needed a little expanding. I don’t see it needing much more work. Patreon! But as the parade begins to slow, there is a commotion. A commotion around… you? Yes, you. A person comes through the crowd, eyes wild and searching, and light upon your form. At first you think this is a madman, and you smile. It is a rule of the Golden Emperor that you must treat madmen gently. But you then realize, with a start of surprise, that this is no lunatic. It is the one from the neighborhood, the one who earlier… no. The past is the past, and this is the now.