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Before Freedom Rings, Some Bitter Pills Must Be Swallowed

Max Eternity @ - How does one reconcile the archetype of a great noble protector, upon discovering that same entity has carried out some very evil deeds…not once or twice, but over and over again?

When a person discovers that a childhood hero is also a serial rapist—literally and metaphorically—where does the mind go to make sense of this?  Read more.


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