Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE ghosts in the machine “A SPECTRE IS haunting Europe — the spectre of Communism.” That wasn’t a prediction. That was a warning shot. 1848 wasn’t just a year. It was a glitch. Across the continent, the old world began to fracture — thrones shook, empires trembled, and revolutions broke out like a fever that wouldn’t break. From Paris to Vienna to Berlin, the ruled rose up, the rulers scrambled, and the smoke of upheaval choked the streets. It looked like the system was dying. And it was. But it wasn’t going quietly. It was in this chaos that two names hardwired themselves into history: Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels. They weren’t generals. They weren’t kings. They were writers....