Some people never learn.They see what you have—what you bled for—and they think it should be theirs. Not because they earned it. Not because they woke before the sun or buried themselves in the work or carried the weight day after day. But because they want it. And in their minds, that’s enough.They weren’t there when your hands shook from

????? THE BLACK INK CHRONICLESVol. XIII | Circulation: Eyes That Still See | Date: Confidential?? Underground Dispatch ??Roy DawsonEarth Angel. Master Magical Healer. Truth’s Sharpest Thorn."God knows. God sees. And God keeps receipts."That’s the line whispered in bars with no signs, prayed in churches without pews, and muttered on backroads wh

Walked in, grabbed a coffee. A group of wealthy men laughed—“Let’s ask Mr. Roy, the Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer… he talks to God, right?”They stopped laughing when I said: “A real leader serves. Not to be seen—but to see others.”Let me help you wipe that smirk off your face, genius—because real leaders don’t flex their ti