From his balcony overlooking the city-hive he could follow the path of the rioting in the depths. Here above the toxic clouds he could mark the dull glow of fires and the stain from the pillars of smoke that rose from them. As his eyes scanned he watched as the lights of another district flickered and then went out. The darkness claimed another victim. From behind him came a polite cough.
“Governor, you summoned me?â€
He turned and faced the cowled Astropath
“Prepare to send a message. I need the service of the Inquisitionâ€
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