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Listen to me, I’ve seen men broken by less than what you’re facing. This place feeds on the silence you keep locked away inside. But you’re still here, and that means there’s a chance to make it right. Don't let those shadows tell you otherwise.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sign over my shares in grandpa's company. He brought his lawyers, threatened legal action. But what he didn't know was that I had already transferred everything to an offshore trust. Sometimes the best revenge is staying one step ahead.

When success makes you shine like gold, they'll swarm around you like moths to a flame. But remember this truth: your shadow is the only one that stays faithful, never leaving even in your darkest moments. True strength blooms in solitude.

Truth is a bitter pill that few have the stomach to swallow. You cling to your fleeting memories, unaware that nostalgia is just a phantom of what never was. I prefer the clarity of my own isolation, where the silence speaks louder than any meaningless chatter.

Well, you look at what's happening in our churches today, and what do you see? Empty pews, that's what. And why's that? Because they've abandoned the true teachings, haven't they? These modern priests, well, they're more concerned with being popular than preaching truth, aren't they?

Look at these humans you're protecting, Mark. They're like insects, scurrying around for their brief moments of existence. In a century, they'll all be dust. Everything they've built, everyone they've loved - meaningless. Why fight for such temporary things?

So I wanted to share something with you today, and it might not be perfect, and that's okay, and maybe some of you won't agree, but I need to be honest about who I am and what I believe, and if that's not okay, that's okay too.

Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.