this teetering croquembouche of impudence
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Do you know what punishments I’ve endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men’s most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn’t tolerate my existence.
— Brent Weeks,
The Way of Shadows
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