Well, now we know how the faceless peons are made. Frightening stuff. I was cheering for the bagpiper, defiant to the end, somehow even resisting being enslaved. Way to stick it to him, noble Scot. We salute you.
I really hope these visions aren’t the first stirrings of madness. They are fascinating all the same.
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