‘You are the one who brings decay to plants and flowers. You let frost lay upon the earth. You make my people grow white hair, and make their skin fold with wrinkles. You let them bleed, and you let them feel despair.’ “‘Yes,’ Ördög said. ‘All of these things are true, and I am all of these things.’ “‘How did you do it?’ Isten asked. ‘I did not create a world to rot or bleed.’ “‘But you did create me,’ Ördög said. ‘When you cut out a piece of your flesh to make the world, I was born alongside it. Creation can only exist alongside destruction, peace alongside pain. Wherever there is life, I
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