Chapter 4
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I’ve never believed in peaceful lives and beautiful tales. Those are no truer than ghost stories. Both are lies we tell ourselves to make the pain we suffer a little less real.
Happiness doesn’t swoop in and save us when everything turns dark and b****y. And men do far worse to each other than monsters could ever manage.
Even the men who aren’t demons, the ones you should be able to trust when the worst storm comes, they’ll hurt you as well.
At the end of the tale, there is nothing left but pain and forcing yourself to survive.
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