Chapter 985 Homeland Upheaval

• More than an hour passed after Benjamin's departure. Finneas was still in the same wooden chair, eyes unfocused, the lamplight trembling across his face.
• The man's words had shattered the worldview he had carried all his life, and now thoughts collided in his skull like runaway stars. For a long, long while, he simply could not breathe.
• Finneas paced beneath the glow, boots scuffing the dust while conflicting names hammered at his thoughts. Benjamin had sworn to one version of the truth. Melvin another. Both men could not be right.