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“You can’t just rewrite history.”
“Who said?”
“What?”
“Who said you can’t just rewrite history?”
“Well…the historians.”
“And who made them the gatekeepers of our past?”
“Their training, their PhDs…”
“And yet half of them can’t even agree with each ot
If you're reading this, then it's already too late for me. I'm either dead or holed up in some off-grid cage where no one can hear me scream. Don’t bother with the sympathy, dear reader. I almost certainly had this coming; I earned every minute of wh
“What is the point of working here if we can’t do anything?”
“James, listen.” She paused; the eye above needed misdirection. Her hand found his knee, fingers tracing small circles. He froze. Was a banked fantasy in play? If Tom from accounts walked i
