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Chapter 34
Chapter 34 When Jesus had stepped out of the boat, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit. He lived among the tombs. And no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain… Night and day among the tombs and on the mountains he was always crying out and cutting himself with stones... . —Mark 5:2-5 . LUCIFER A low, baritone voice hummed a nameless song. Fingers stroked his temples. Warmth seeped into his head, soothing the burning left behind by the machine. He opened his eyes and stared up into the tree which lived at the heart of his Father's garden. The Emperor had barred him from ever seeing it again, but somehow it was here? A pair of fathomless black eyes stared into his. Anguished. Worried. He could not bear to see them filled with tears.
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