Allow me to collect my thoughts first. My name is Faustus Hawthorne, age 28, I am an alchemist serving under the crown of England. Or at least I was until the most recent events unfolded. Tomorrow I am to be executed for betraying Queen and Country.

With the time I have left in this world I have written down a recollection of events that lead to this moment. This not a confession or admission of guilt. I merely wish to tell my own story in my own words while I still can and while it might seem unbelievable, I swear that every word is true.

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The year is 3009. Not much remains of the world that was before. Long ago a war had taken place that buried the world in ruins and clouded the sky for decades to come. This marked the beginning of a new ice age. The world that emerged from the ruins was completely different than the one before it. A magical science called Alchemy emerged allowing the remnants of humanity to survive and rebuild. While the world is still largely trapped in ice humanity has found new ways to prosper because of Alchemy.