Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

Joanne Harris
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History is a famous writer and professor, who has written many books about famous people, events and even time periods. He teaches many students at prestigious universities. However, you can't trust everything he says. Sometimes he gets his facts wrong and sometimes he makes the stories up entirely.

He loves telling outrageous stories but they are mostly false. The reason why he writes these stories is because he's so good at it and to learn from his mistakes so that you can learn from them and become better writers and historians in the future.

Source: The Gospel Of Loki

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