2017 was a year in the wrong century. The seventeenth century. My head was on a pike outside Newgate Castle. Or someone who looked like me. Laughing at the Prince. People are starting to fear what they say. Next year they will be afraid of what they think. This is a book of survival. Through a world become Dali. The jester is having his revenge on the king. We are standing on the walls, waiting for the enemy to arrive. Old age is another way of going mad.
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