The old hag cackled, beaten and bound.
“Cardinal!” she said. “I’ve been waiting!”
Ropes snapped, and she lifted him by the throat.
“Spare the veneer of piety! You’re no saint. You’re as sinful as I!”
“Yes. You finally found a real one.”
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