As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
You Got Democracy in My Medieval Fantasy!
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Too many fantasy settings feature the political systems of the real world
middle ages, but there isn’t a good reason for this prevalence. I make the
case f...
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