His name is a part of me, just like his stories. A fabrication imbued with truth. Or truth imbued with fabrication.
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I started to lose my resolve, wondering if it was enough to just surf across the surface of things. “I’m a part of something that’s changing the world,” I told myself, but it was hard to believe. A crack of doubt had opened to let the evil in.