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Our work here is done. We move to Cyprus now, to finish off the remaining Templars. The Brotherhood is slowly receding into the shadows, although I have tried again and again to warn them against this idea. Our fool of a Master set things in motion that continued even as he breathed his last; as the feverish light died within his eyes and his last breath slipped from his lips. We are known, our cover blown by the very man my Brothers and I saw as Master, who we thought saw us as his own children. Indeed - had he not called me such many times before? Had he not, as a father would, reprimanded and praised me for the results of my actions, both