Yes, on that evening I was God. But I did not look down, coolly, from my exalted throne upon my works and deeds. I sat there affably, approachably, surrounded by the creatures of my making, and in that beguiling haze I took in their faces, as if observing them through the silvery mist. To my left sat an elderly man. The great light of goodness radiating from me had smoothed out the lines on his furrowed brow and dispelled the shadows darkening his eyes. I had spirited death from him, and now he spoke like one marvellously returned to life, thankfully aware of the miracle I had worked in him.
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