He stands naked against the backdrop of history, prepared to take what’s coming to him. The law is on his side. That alone gives him courage enough to admit his mistakes. The road ahead, rough terrain no doubt, looks better than what he left behind. Battles won and lost. Lives, deaths, innumerable seasons given to pride. Is there anything more damaging than pride, he wonders. His eyes are stinging, but no one knows. No one sees the invisible man who walks a million miles carrying the burden of a million crimes and whispers to himself, “Feet don’t fail me now.”
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