Seven saintly virtues…
Gold poured through the cracks, chinking as it hit the floor, growing the yellow mountain at its base. It piled forth, mounting up around his feet.
A slick smile slithered over her lips.
“Take it. Do as I ask.”
He looked at the money, feeling the emptiness in his belly. Life would be so sweet. He could buy so much food.
“Take it. Slit their throats…”
His family clawed at the rocks, trying to escape. The voice whispered again.
He put the knife down.
They hadn’t done anything to deserve it. She only wanted to turn his white soul black.
Are your virtues this sacrificial…?
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