"You're the worst kind of murderer, I think," he said, and she felt the terrible words vibrate against her knuckles. "The kind who won't even see the crime. You've never worshipped a god of truth." As roughly as he had pulled her hand to his chest, he shoved it away.
Disgusted. "You worship delusion."
Oh My Goodness 🔥
— Aug 07, 2025 07:35AM
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