Prologue
Dear Journal,
I was nothing but the mud beneath their boots, the dust upon their shoulders, the scraps they fed to the hounds. But now, I am the very air they have to breath, the clothes upon their backs, the life they wish to live. I died a man and awoke as a god. I AM MORE and I will make sure the entire world knows it.
- 𝓔. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮
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