before. I was a relic. A shrunken idol devoid of threat. They all laughed and she rocked back and forth. I was nothing. I was done. I was devoid. Then she stopped laughing and tilted her head to one side. Her mouth full of perfect teeth. Her eyes full of a half-remembered legend. The rest of the bar followed her into silent appraisal and she spoke for all of them. “Wait a minute ... didn’t you used to be someone important? Didn’t you used to be the Devil?”
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