None of us ever dared question the use of The Tower. All we knew was that Our Father never left it. Not one window allowed us to take a glimpse inside, as they were all tinted. People couldn't look inside, but from there, They could watch the people. This was the story of Our Nation.
When I think about it now, I realize that we didn't know much about that so-called "nation". Was it as vast as They said? Or were we only a hundred trapped in Their hands? All I know is that if I had gone to Our market earlier that day, I would've died as an ignorant slave. Because this is what we all were: slaves. We worked day and night for Them. For Him.
Since our childhood, we were taught that They were a sympathetic, generous government, and that He was like a father to us, kind, and loving. How ironic.
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Becoming justice
Mystery / ThrillerFor years I've always been trapped by Them. But I'm done being blind. Now's the time for revolt. We will fight for Their Downfall. For His downfall.
