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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    И тернии стали нашим венком.

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    Бесстыжий сборник различных зарисовок, который будет пополняться со временем

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    02 Sep 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    A figure steps through the broken door, Astartes tall and broad but unarmored, with short blond hair and an aquila tattoo still intact on his bare arm. "Ezekyle," Garviel Loken says.

    "Garviel." The weight of the sword in Abaddon's hand is comfortably familiar. He considers, briefly, the possibility of throwing it. No. "I thought my stowaway might be you."

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    26 Aug 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    He rises up through the darkness, weightless, until he finds his footing again. He's without his armor, bare feet on smooth cold steel, and he knows without being told that he must climb. This is a dream, he decides after a few steps up a darkened staircase, or perhaps a vision. He climbs until he reaches the light, and then the room he enters is, must be, some sanctum hidden within the Phalanx, though he has never seen it before.

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    25 Aug 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 3

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    "How was Cthonia?" he asks, bending down to mouth at Hastur's throat. "Anything changed in the warrens?"

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    19 Aug 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 2

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    "Ezekyle," Horus says. The thunder of guns outside feels distant and unimportant.

    "My lord," Ezekyle answers. He's slick with blood all over, transhuman and orkish both, and there are terrible rents and gouges in his plate. "Have we won?"

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    31 Jul 2025