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In Which I Woke Up with a Curious Lightness and Went through the Day Humming under My Breath until I Realized, with Something Not Unlike Horror, that This Is the Happiest I've Ever Been in My Life, and that I Have No Desire for Humanity to Forgive Me.
Heresy became our preferred method of bonding. I followed the mad sorcerer like a little black lamb, absorbing his forbidden teachings. "A goat," he corrected.