Prologue
Prologue
A single stone may fall from a mountain to cause a land-slide as a single decision is made in life for whatever path we follow down until we are all six feet deep or burned to ash. Those few trees standing in the way are crushed beneath the relentless force of the many, now multiplied. Even though they are rooted deep into the ground, they are uprooted when many once motionless bodies are influenced by just one. This single rock acts as a warning beacon, sparking the light of epiphany. That realization is what all powerful men are wary of, danger, in all shapes and forms. Among the most trusted, the vilest enemies lurk, waiting for their chance to strike and seize hold of all that is good.
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