All good fiction comes down to the study of original sin, of our inherent disposition to choose death when we ought to choose life.
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A figure walks through the flames, her eyes reflecting their
colour. Blonde hair blowing in a gale that isn't present, arms out
to her sides as if revelling in the heat, she stands in the middle of
the roaring fire, breathing it in. And then, with a finger to her lips
and one word, "Shhh," the flames die.
Lucy arrives and everything stops.Heaven's Hell