The time was of misery, the time was of treachery, the time was of backstabbers. It was the time where evil won, it was the time where good lost, it was the time where the poor were pulverised to dust; it was like any other time, in any age, in any era. He sat in his chair and gathered his thoughts; like a ghost he found himself flowing through time. The events of his past, the incidents he had witnessed zapped like telev...