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PROLOGUE BEFORE THERE WERE books, before there were scrolls, before there were walls to paint or clay to press a thumb into, there was a story. Spoken. Soft. Shifting. A tale told by a fire. A name whispered to a child. A hunt remembered in blood and bark. We were already making history. We just didn’t know we were writing it. Because history doesn’t begin with writing. It begins with deciding. What matters? What should be remembered? Who deserves to be known? And who disappears? Before we invented ink, we invented bias. Before the scribe, there was the storyteller. And behind the storyteller, a motive. Not to record. To shape. To make sense of what happened. To make it sound better. To...
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