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Hero of Democracy
Join Date: Mar 2012
Location: far from the ocean
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Jordan's dreams were troubled that night. He dreamed of a large market square in a very old town. Everyone bustled around with donkey carts or hand carts, buying and selling goods. Guards lazily watched the whole thing. He couldn't understand the language, yet something sounded ... familiar.
The dream shifted, and he saw a dark cellars with figures hooded in black robes, drawing symbols in chalk on the ground, and chanting. It shifted again, and he saw an army of knights, marching down a long road... He woke up in a dry and dusty corner, near the market. Several people sang out the virtues of their wares. It was early morning.
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