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"ℌ𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫, 𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢." Qᴏᴛᴅ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴏᴏᴋ? ꜱʜᴏʀᴛʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ 'ᴄɪʀᴄᴇ' ɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ. ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ 'ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ' ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴋɪʟʟ. ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴄɪʀᴄᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟɪᴏꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀɪᴀɪᴀ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴄɪʀᴄᴇ. ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴅᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ...

  "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓. 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖕 𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉." Qᴏᴛᴅ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ? ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ' ʙʏ ᴀʀᴀᴠɪɴᴅ ᴀᴅɪɢᴀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴏʀ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ-ᴡʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ʙᴀʟʀᴀᴍ ʜᴀʟᴡᴀɪ ᴀᴋᴀ ᴍᴜɴɴᴀ ᴀᴋᴀ ᴀꜱʜᴏᴋ ꜱʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴀᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴀʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴜɴᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛʀᴇᴘʀᴇɴᴇᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴀ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ...