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My sons, the galaxy is burning. We all bear witness to a final truth β our way is not the way of the Imperium. You have never stood in the Emperorβs light. Never worn the Imperial eagle. And you never will. You shall stand in midnight clad, your claws forever red with the lifeblood of my fatherβs failed empire, warring through the centuries as the talons of a murdered god. Rise, my sons, and take your wrath across the stars, in my name. In my memory. Rise, my Night Lords.β
β The Primarch Konrad Curze, at the final gathering of the VIIIth Legion.
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