Between the ages of twenty eight and thirty two, a human being births a child; one who sits here in our world, but in the pits of hell. It is an offering to the gods beneath, who demand, in exchange for safe passage, a story.
We pass through The Devil’s garden, he offers a cup of tea, won’t you stay a little while, he asks, as…
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