How Hope Stains Your Heart

Amanda felt it grow and grow and grow for years, until it was nothing but an evil giant, bigger than a full moon. She had tried to keep it in checks but Hope, like all stepchildren of the future, is bound to get out of control and stain your heart. After all, Hope too was in Pandora’s box and Hope, long overdue, is the wickedest of monsters, raging like wildfire. And her eyes reddened from a needle-point pain.” Anamnesis

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