Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 26 Strefford opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut. Any comment that wasn't going to sound ridiculous needed thought. After more than a decade of largely conjectural research, he finally had a living body. But it was only a beginning. There was still a long way to go before anyone could claim to truly understand just what the indigenous invaders were. A spy for the Fourth Rank, as it had been since the Judgement, the Sentinel gleaned what information there was to be had. Silent as the corpse it resembled and invisible to human eyes, it watched the white-haired man He was Lordling over they who had stolen away the Kyriotetes mortal form, and had both stolen and imprisoned the forms of others who had been placed in readiness. Unwelcome though they were the humans blasphemous action ...
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