If Not for Desire
Here is Malice: a man in conflict with an undeniable fate. Having lost his wife to violent crime, he scores his own symphony of vigilance with the finale delivered in a fury of gunfire. Desperate in the haunting memories of his love, he wages a one-man campaign to reach his seemingly attainable goal. Hindered by his allies and mired in his own inefficiency, Malice struggles to administer his own form of justice. Failed by his age and limited by his scope of vision, he continuously beats his head against the very brick walls he combs for crime--and for violence. Judgement guides his hand, and no law is applicable save the ones he imposes. Aided by dark dreams and villainous intervention, he eventually discovers the truth of his dilemma. A man, a boy, and a dead warlord work separate but similar paths to undo an injustice defined by all three. His hand of justice--the object of too many deaths--eventually stacks against our hero, and his vengeance turns inward. By finally seeking help outside himself, he discovers the truths apparent and those unseen in death's design.
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