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... les of slander, I could practically feel her hatred burning through me, even though her eyes were squeezed shut like she was pretending to be asleep. She might have been hiding it, but I could feel her silently seething, like she was screaming in my head right along with me.

'I'm innocent! They're all lying! For my father's sake, I am innocent!' I screamed in my mind, the frustration hitting me hard. Here I was, a devil, the very symbol of sin, and now I had to deal with mortals slanderi ...

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