Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
“And who am I but God’s servant on earth, is he was killed, not once but twice, for being someone other than who he truly was. For lying.”
“For being dishonest,” she said. Her tongue felt thick, her lips now without a doubt numb. She wondered if he heard her drunkenness in her words. In the slurring of her sentences or the way her lips refused to respond. And if he would tell on her. If she would be punished. Expelled. Destroyed.
She wondered if she should take another drink.
“Being dishonest has consequences.” He was watching her. “Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the si
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