They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

Name: Mara VanceNetwork: Veritas 7 NewsTagline: “Truth. Unfiltered.”Name: Mara Vance“What did I tell you?” Roy Dawson, Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer, didn't whisper. He warned. But they laughed—thought it was a joke. They said he was broken, poor, lost. But Roy? Roy outlasted the wolves. And now God’s tired. Which means Roy’s alr