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By The Month of Miletus — Ch.1
He slumped into the chains around his neck awaiting the execution he wouldn’t escape.
H e was resigned, beaten to the core of his humanity, the humanity he’d spent the last few weeks leaving behind. Now, in this moment, he was proud. Proud because he knew something everyone else couldn’t. Something that even if he told them they could never accept because to do so would go against everything that made up the world as they understood it.
He knew that the world would change, and that he was the reason for that change. They could kill him, but there was no stopping the forward march of progress. An avalanche would fall upon them all. It could take years, they could fight it, but it would happen all the same. All he had to do was this last task.
When he did all the knowledge from her divinity would be unleashed on the world.
It was a change that could never be undone, a revelation that nothing short of the genocide of enlightenment could erase. This would be his legacy.
The loud clanging of keys and boom of his shifting cell door opened to admit man fully garbed in a holy smock.
“I am here to hear your confession, my child,” the holy man said, moving closer and kneeling down to look into his eyes.
