His eyes, keen and quiet, rushed to the deep understanding.
The facts were so clean and intrinsic, its beauty dipped in whatever worth it always had.
Exaggerating the meaning behind every word.
The meaning behind every soul.
His eyes turned sullen.
No, this hadn't been a fun fact.
This hadn't been his intention.
Throwing away the glimpses, he gasped.
"Why did this happen?"
The gold roll. The one which held letters from every inch, the only answer to another generation. The pictures of it still fresh and understanding from that old article; one published about eight years ago, the day he had been found himself useful. The day he had been appointed as a spy c*m helper. The night he had done his first sin.
"Why ...?Why brother...why?"
He felt for it again.
Thick, solid, and even h
