At the gate to the Faith Center stood a reduced-scale replica of the Statue of Liberty. Its purpose was unknown—perhaps it was an attempt to use “liberty” to dilute the feeling of “control”—but the most notable thing about the statue was the altered poem on its base: Give me your hopeless souls, Your fearful crowds that thirst for victory, The daze

Her brother pointed a finger in her direction. "You're right! It wasn't hers. It was ours. We all perpetuate this system while we're a part of it. We keep these Incarnations enslaved, and we pay lives to do it. Well, there are other ways. The whole system will burn to the