[ Maybe all belief comes with some sort of cost, Carver thinks. Especially the kind you commit your soul to. Otherwise, it wouldn't be much of a creed, would it?
He lifts his chin, watching Harold with a solemn sort of quietness. ]
I don't think you'd say that if you'd seen my world.
[ But maybe Harold would. Maybe that's the part that's going to haunt them both. ]
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He lifts his chin, watching Harold with a solemn sort of quietness. ]
I don't think you'd say that if you'd seen my world.
[ But maybe Harold would. Maybe that's the part that's going to haunt them both. ]
Why'd you let me in, sir?