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From: Sictus
Date: 05 Mar 2002
Time: 17:07:50
From within the Citadel, a soldier watched the pale, blurry senset from a burned out window. He surveyed the skyline of wraithly Dallas and tried to recall when last something had stirred that he and the remaining Grim legion had dealt with.
The only result was the spectral assault which felt like many years ago, though he knew it wasn't, at a time when the creatures festered everywhere. These days the Necropolis lay quiet, the renegades and spectres that used to rampage having left the area or fallen to Oblivion. Sictus felt in his heart that it was nothing but a tactical retreat, that they would be back. But the waiting was tearing at his mind, like the memories.