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Alter sighed as he watched the young man roughly man-handle the cast down sheep. So much anger in one so young. Not that he truly blamed him. He’d endured great pain and suffering for one so young. But then, so had many others. Mankind often twisted the world into deep darkness. Alter often marveled at the great contrast revealed in the world; magnificent sunrises and sunsets competed with temple prostitutes and slave markets. But, if one allowed it, hate and anger would consume a man, leaving only bitterness and ashes. Alter sighed again as his fingers traced an old scar, FUG in clumsy letters across the back of his hand. So much pain, so much anger, so much hate. Forces gross and subtle pulled at men seeking to bend them in one direction or another. The early choices he’d made shaped his life in ways that only time revealed. Sitting on a rocky Judean outcrop he unfolded the old parchment of his life. Ephemeral figures rose up, some accusing, others looking back at him cloaked in sadness. Still, along his path bright spots emerged, reminding him of shared joys sublime. One spot, in particular, stood out, casting a warm glow over his wayward path. He watched as Demetrius stalked off, flopping down on a small rough limestone outcrop.
Demetrius despised his existence in this barren corner of the vast Roman empire. He let his mind wander back over the past five years that had brought him here. Thoughts of his parents and home near Thyatira brought no joy. His parents had started him on this journey with an act of supreme callousness and selfishness that still took his breath away. The unfairness of it all burned deep inside him, fury smoldering in his core radiated anger into all his actions, threatening to overwhelm him. Everywhere he looked darkness threatened.
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