The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.

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　　“ Click, click, click” Was the only sound coming from her heels, filling up the eerie quiet lair as she descended down the old stairs, her hands tracing lightly across the hard railing which was made up of stone, just like the stairs itself.

　　The hood from her cloak covered her face completely, making it hard for anyone to see what laid beneath it. ...