The Golden Line

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  • Dedicated to Dan Brown, Who's Book Style Made Me Write This
                                    

Tonight is the night. It was the only chance that he would have to finish what he started. As men before him had set out on this legendary and mystical quest, tonight, he would be the first to actually finish. The only problem was the man who stood before him, barrel of the gun pointed right in-between his eyes. Heldon admitted that if it was anyone else, the gun wouldn’t be in their hands anymore, but this man, he was different. He was like Heldon, a man of the Truth, but he was different, he was linked to a different sort of truth seeker. Men like him couldn’t be trusted. But this man was entirely different than the rest of his fellows. Heldon was looking straight at his brother.

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