spiritual freedom
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Eventually, you stop dancing with the devil beneath the pale moonlight and let the devil do what the devil is going to do. There is little reason to interrupt a good storyteller when every lie, given enough time, develops a strange habit of revealing the truth. Sometimes the truth arrives quietly. Sometimes it walks through…
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The demons had been unusually restless since the veil began to thin. They had always lived among us, although in earlier centuries they possessed the dignity to remain mostly invisible. They preferred cathedrals after midnight, the bedsides of dying kings, the corners of rooms where grief had been left unattended for too many years. They…
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The angel laughed.Not cruelly. Not gently either.A sound like someone who finally understands the joke. “You were meant to see,” the angel said, watching the demon pace in circles inside the mind. “Of course you were. But tell me something. Now that the veil is torn, what are you actually looking at?” The demon stopped.Smoke…
