Evil, not the vague sort of thing we have battering us everyday but the real deal, is recognizable when, by simply hearing about it, you can feel a part of your soul torn from you. Spectator and participant alike cannot explain it. It's specific and sharp, without doubt or reason.

After waking up to this story last week I was painfully aware that the real deal had taken a swipe at the collective once again.

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