Prelude

We’ve tried to put the story together best we can, but we mourn the countless pieces missing.

May you, dear Reader, use your discernment in the pages to come. Keep your wits about you. Look for anything that doesn’t fit.

Read, we beg you, between the lines.

History isn’t the story of the victor. It’s the broken memories of those who crawl from the wreckage.

We, the damned, do our best to remember.