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Contagion Evil: or, Quiet Anger

Do you know how evil grows? How it infects, how it flows? I felt it in the Killing Fields, leaking from some wound unhealed. It rears a head, mean and spiteful, morphing into something frightful. Where are you at, you … Continue reading

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