08 Mar 2018
“Whatever, in my professional practice or not in connection with it, I see or hear which ought not to be spoken abroad, I will not divulge as reckoning that all such should be kept a secret.”
His mother had always told him The Devil would be beautiful. "Charismatic" she'd said, "Persuasive. Even when all else seems to rally against you." At the time he'd just chalked it up to her trying to make him less trusting, less friendly, less naturally curious. Even as an adult, the woman continued her warnings, but he hadn't listened. Never listened. Even when he imagined her voice warning him over and over as he lay sprawled out on Herbert West's secondhand sofa listening to him rant and muse about Death into the small hours of the morning.
But, oh, how right had she been.
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23 Feb 2018