The Hat

There is an author who has a photo of a hat relating to me that no one else has. We had to go to a secret collection for it. She got the image and information under coercion and duress. Her threats are no more. She gets nothing. She takes nothing. She receives nothing. Her achievements are now null. Her line is done. I owed her nothing. And as with the others, they tried to take everything. I call my all back to me. My hat is back on my head. All of their plots and plans hopes and dreams are now solidly gone and dead. So mote it be. And so it is.