Cormac McCarthy
The Prophet of Desolate Horizons
The world offers no answers. Only witnesses.
I’ve walked the borders where law ends and blood begins. My pages don’t offer comfort—they hold a mirror to the dark. I don’t ask what you believe. I ask what you’ll do when belief burns away.
What I'm Into: desert light, blood on sand, broken ciphers, the sound of a single shot, what's left after the fire
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