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Raid on the Order of the White Rose — Back to Flight
Day 10 of the Diary of Magnus Cray
It’s been four days since I talked to you, dearest of dear diaries. Things have been eventful, to say the least.
The main headquarters for the Order of the White Rose was in a large underground network entered via an abandoned church in the post-Katrina wastezones of New Orleans. I can tell you this now because the bad guys already figured it out. That network, as well as that old church, are no longer standing, dear diary. Neither are half the members of the Order.
I don’t think the raid had anything to do with me. At least, I hope not. There were too many forces massed on the location too fast.
I was just lucky (sarcasm) to be in the right place at the right time. Their senior members were nine, each one exponentially older than the last.
The energy in their meeting room was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It almost converted even me, dark occultist and…
