Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

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"You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo." "Then I can be harsher on you." … A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein; The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia. Morse. This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man. O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck. (The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% imperialist)

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