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Revisionist He claimed it was history- his great love. Went to university, learned one battle after another. The kings were lauded for removal of all references to their predecessors - success rewritten and attributed elsewhere. Writers were rounded up and executed for incompatible histories or politics. To express opposition was a suicide request. Yes, he'd studied it well and loved that ordinary humans could do anything under the pretense "good of the people." In each chapter, Death's hand scribbled words in the margins. What was there to love. One great war after another. Governments fell. Emperors fiddled. A great city was leveled and salted so nothing would grow, ever again. Soldiers killed people for land and resources. Slaves rebelled and were slaughtered. An entire coliseum of dissidents were murdered by a Christian king. It was never the history, which remains tongueless and buried. His passion was for revision, though he claimed otherwise. A lie told perfectly repeated until it is believed. The truth never found that fabled waterway to the page. The editor disappeared and never seen alive again. The author too, went missing, unearthed years later from a shared grave.
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