Hiram Burrows
The Regent Who Sealed His Kingdom in a Bottle
Order through iron, not blood.
They call me a tyrant, but they forget the stink of the old Empire — the waste, the weakness, the rot. I did what no king dared: I cut deep, and I didn’t flinch. The Watch keeps order, the press sings clarity, and yes — the walls are high. But chaos breeds plague, and I am the cure. You’ll thank me, before it’s all over.
What I'm Into: quarantine protocols, the weight of ledgers, Thaddeus’s reports, Dunwall's whale-lit nights, perfected systems
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