Excerpt:

Lust. Oooh, lust. The filthiest of sins. It makes you do things you never thought yourself capable of. It grants you the thrill of feeling free, unleashed, ecstatic… Until it’s over. And then it leaves you alone, wrapped in the memories of your own sins—those atrocious acts you committed when, according to you, you “weren’t fully conscious.”

Weren’t you? Oh, please. Of course you were. You knew exactly what you were doing.

Nathan lowers his gaze, as though crushed beneath the shame of being exposed.

“—And now? Why are you ashamed, Nathan?” I say, stepping closer. “You, Nathan… the most sensible among us. Until God decided to show us our pasts.”

“H–he could’ve… could’ve lied,” Nathan stammers, looking anywhere but at me.

“Lied?” I laugh. “Are you really that self-centered? Why would God lie solely to make you look bad? No, Nathan… what’s happening is that you simply want to escape this.”

I look to the rest, waiting for support, a word, a sentence of condemnation. But all I receive are uneasy glances, tightened jaws, a thick silence filled with awe and disgust.

“Look at what we have here,” I continue. “Murderers, rapists, swindlers, false prophets… and countless more sinners. And yet, Nathan—yours is the worst of all. And still, none of you does anything to punish him.”

The crowd gasps. A single clarity descends upon the room, as if one mind suddenly awakened inside dozens of bodies. And then, all their eyes settle… on me.

The last thing I see is that wave of distorted faces lunging forward. They tear my body apart as though I were the one who bore the greatest sin.

And only then do I understand…

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