Pride comes before the fall. Her eyelids fluttered, and consciousness came upon her, the room was mostly white –a soft hazy light. But the words were so clear, there was no escaping them: pride led to her fall.
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a typo-laden tribute to life itself
Pride comes before the fall. Her eyelids fluttered, and consciousness came upon her, the room was mostly white –a soft hazy light. But the words were so clear, there was no escaping them: pride led to her fall.