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In the end, that was all it took to lose the things that mattered most.
the old woman went about her business mechanically, barely speaking, slow and precise like if she made an error, her heart would crack open, and all her sorrow would pour out in an endless flood.
Something splintered inside her, something deep and dark and ugly.
Why did anyone need to believe in a devil when humans were evil enough?
‘Be harmless as doves, but wise as serpents.’
“Keep your eyes open, my friend. The devil is a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. And he is not always who you think.”