The art of war

In this aristocratic, nebulous world where power reigns supreme, we are like cogs in a wheel, like workers in a factory, we are the proletariats, and they are the bourgeoisie. They constantly shoot arrows and bullets at us, and you don’t want to get caught in the line of fire. If you only knew how I barely made it alive, boy, you wouldn’t judge a day in my life.

Keira

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