November 29, 2016
It was the defect. It spoke loud. In a silence that was cacophonous, all the work necessary to offset the balance in the spirit of the dark alliances he'd sworn were good, made the man ready to change. Change is a terrible thing, a beautiful thing. It creates the place to leave the place, time to claim the time as gone, with a new time to renew. There was no predicting how this would end. There was no planning how it began. It began and ended, though. The defect made all that possible. He became good by first being bad.