A March of The Meek and Landless
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Or: How to Forge a Realm in a Cave, with a Box of Scraps. The night falls, and now the sea rises. It shall not end until the highest tide. They are the fire that burns impurities, the light that heralded progress, the horn that rallied the people, and the shield of the peaceful realms. Rated M for Martinian things.