She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers.
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