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Edward is dead.
I'm strangely finding it easier to accept than I thought. Maybe because we had been apart for so long, because I never met up with him properly after I returned to Falador. He was big brother, and I loved him. But he's gone now and ... I feel bad that I don't feel bad, if that makes sense.
Eddie decided to make Daedalus his heir, surprise surprise. He was always the political one, even if seventeen is far too young to be in charge of an entire Empire. I worry for Daed; sometimes his own words can trip himself into trouble. I'll have to look out for him.
The rebellion is brewing up north. A few scouts from the reformed army have confirmed troop movements and levies being raised. I should act - before they can. I'll honour Eddie by destroying those who would oppose his heir.
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