Beloved Reader
I leave you now with tale penned by a man who found freedom in the unlikeliest of places
At the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill
However, be forewarned
This plot is blood soaked
Its characters depraved
And its themes unwholesome at best
But in order to know virtue
We must first acquaint ourselves with vice. 

Only then can we know the full measure of man
So come
Turn the page
I dare you