Your soul has no bearing in this matter.

Clean or slightly messy, how you keep your soul changes nothing.

It comes because it’s hungry.

And it finds you because you have nowhere to hide.

They have houses. They have locks.

You have neither.

Remember, my girl, it’s not the state of your soul that puts you in its path.

The Nora,

Imagine a vampire, only that it was never human, even if it kind of looked human, and it was bald and invisible and it never walked straight, moving only by crawling around on all-fours. Got it?

Now imagine this creature thought itself high-and-mighty and made punishing women for their perceived offenses—very often not very offensive, if at all—the single goal of...

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