I struggled to concentrate because Lucía radiated something else. Longing? No, she wasn’t burdened by the many-headed serpent of desire. I was bloated with avarice. We all were. The servants wanted to stop serving, though they couldn’t, though they would go on being who they were for the rest of their lives. We unworthy wanted to stop being unworthy so we could be Chosen (mutilated) or Enlightened. We could be emissaries of the light if we made enough sacrifices.
