"God knows what degenerative strain runs through your body. An outsider, a member of a disharmonic race," Florence said, flinging the soiled shoes on the bed. "But we must accept it.
He has spoken."
"Et Verbum caro factum est," Noemí said automatically, remembering the phrase. He was lord and priest and father, and they were all his children and acolytes, blindly obeying him.
— Oct 23, 2026 11:15AM
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