Day Nineteen Excerpt
He couldn’t deny the fear that ran through his heart and resinated in tremors through his body. Fear of the unknown, of the loss of control, loss of freedom, the fear of the end. But beneath that, running through the very core of his humanity he felt calm, even proud. He’d taken a stand, done something to make a difference. Sure, his motivation had been selfish to start with, but when his gratuitous motivations had fallen, when there was no hope of gaining the life he had struggled to resurrect, he’d gone on. He’d made a difference to the world, a world that now had no place for him.
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