The Savior They Scorned

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th me, ready to present my P

my wife, Sarah, and tell

, Sarah stood on the porch, her

cradling a hunting rifle, my

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munity, my gaze fixed on Sar

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ked, "It'

ily, the people I fought and b

ment to a brutal wilderness or s

d me as an aggressive superspreader, and

ene mingled with my prof

blind, so callous?

my heroism,

sed a lit torch,

epped out of a government SU

Alex Miller. His unique a

tally shattered a vial of aggressive live viru

out my phone, playing Mark' s ow

ranger station, or the jail. F

ay. I didn'

eaped what

freedom, lay beyon