It's happening. I'm leaving. I'm becoming a storybook character. I'm moving away - far away. I know one person there. I will be starting all over. This is something I've always kind of wanted to do, and I am terrified. And I can't wait. What is it about me that makes me want to throw my entire life into the craziest venture I can come up with? Because this is insane. Truly and certifiably so. And I'm doing it. I am. You can't change my mind. An army of tanks led by a cannibalistic group of Nazis couldn't. But oh, I am so scared.
And yet here I come.

From the Darkness
Rises a Light
Standing strong
Pure and Holy
The Shadows flee
Terror in their eyes
For this one cannot be chained

The main villian of a 1920s, historical fiction novel. Enjoy!!

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Can one man so easily become a persistent terror to whoever come across him?