All I know is one of us was supposed to kill the other

You know, I could really have done without dreaming all last night that I was watching a very well-produced, well-acted, well-written either movie or TV series about genocide. It had a complexly imagined second world with a sort of matchlock-and-trebuchet level of military technology and the majority of the cast was nonwhite. There were gods on the Lovecraftian model, but it was unclear whether any of the rituals designed to invoke their interest and support actually reached, affected, or mattered to them. At the point where derspatchel woke me, I had just been invited to attend something called the Symphony of the Condemned Prisoners. yhlee, is this your fault?