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I see it now, what I have been given. There was no escape from violence — there was only the exchange of one violence for another.



I find my corpse, sodden and bloated, splayed on the altar before the goat statue — although I'd no longer consider it a goat. My old eyes thought only of domesticity, but I see now that He is something much wilder.

The statue turns towards me:

"You should not be here."