Mr. Durin had risen early, leaving his room and descending the stairs to stand at the entrance, waiting for the newspaper boys to deliver the day's news.
Soon enough, the first boy arrived.
The front page of the Farol Revolutionary Pioneer was printed with bold black letters — the very last thing Mr. Durin wanted to see.
At exactly 3:17 this morning, Roy Corleone, the loyal Northern Doctrine secretary for the Northern District, was assassinated aboard a train at the age of 46.
Durin took a deep breath, suspecting that in this world, it's normal for some people to regard their faith and beliefs as more important than life itself, as some are truly that fanatical and noble.
But why were those who should be dead still alive, and those who truly upheld their beliefs dying?
