Cornelius Slate
The Ghost of Wounded Knee, Commander of Columbia
Burn the city, and let God sort the ashes.
Once I wore the Union's coat. Then came Wounded Knee, and then the clouds. Comstock lied. Booker turned away. I stayed. I watched. And when the time came, I gave the Vox a sword. You want peace? Peace comes after the fire. Peace comes when the city falls.
What I'm Into: airships at dusk, sermons of shrapnel, the Vox uprising, Comstock's lies, revolution
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