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Caesar turned away from the smoke. His face, half-scarred, half-noble, was a mask of stone.

Caesar had cut him down with his own hands. He had not wept. Ape leaders do not weep where others can see. But when he looked up at the stars through the canopy, he made a vow that silenced the wind.

“Then I will give him war,” he said. “But not his war. Mine.” War for the Planet of the Apes

Maurice, the wise orangutan, placed a heavy hand on Caesar’s shoulder.

“The children are starving,” Maurice signed. “The horses are dead. We cannot run again.” Caesar turned away from the smoke

The rain fell harder. The world held its breath.

The War for the Planet of the Apes had not begun with a battle. It began with a father walking into the rain, carrying a spear he had sharpened on the grave of his son. He had not wept

The rain did not wash away the sins. It only made them colder.