I see a demonized worl, ravaged by the terrans.
Should they be allowed to hold on to what little they have? Should I take them out? What must be done, if anything is to be done?
Hw have I been so defeated?
can I, Julien Mayfair, really grasp the true nature of this black black soul that has become my spirit?
This black, my victrola, my doll, my witch's hammer.
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