The Journal
One day, I will want to remember how this all began. I will read it in fondness, or I will weep over all I have lost.
One day, we will not be gods anymore. Because we are that, even if Stein cannot see it. He does not realize all we have. All we are. Wealthy, educated, cunning.
It will all slip through our fingers either by grave or by might.
I should document it while I can.
Start at the beginning, I suppose.
I met Stein in prep school.
He feared his father, even then.
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