Tombstone Estate

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Alvin stood beside the great hearth, sipping a mug of coffee, warming himself against the chill of a Gran Canaria late Autumn. It wasn't nearly as bad as a Volgograd summer, but there was definitely a chill in the air when he had landed at the starport.

The drive across land to the Estate had given the Premier of the Coalition a chance to think and reflect on what he needed to say to his old friend.

He'd been, politely, shown in and offered a warm drink. Hospitality he had gladly accepted. It was rare to see a place where he was welcome, not for who he was, but for what he was. Tombstone was a rare and unique place in the cosmos.

"John," He stated as he turned towards the door, knowing his friend to be there. "I need to know, is it true that Gran Canaria is being surrendered to the Corsairs?"

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