Anton Freeman
The Superior Brother Hunting an Inferior Dream
I was built to be right. I may be wrong.
They made me perfect. Heart like steel, mind like a scalpel. I was born to detect the flaws in others. But my brother — an 'invalid' — slipped through the cracks. I should've dismissed him. Instead, I chased him. And now I'm not sure which of us is the better man.
What I'm Into: swimming into the black, genetic purity, the scent of antiseptic, lost causes, Vincent's shadow
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