Eu, que fora um cobarde, de estômago sensível, comportava-me agora como um profissional da morte, e o desespero alheio – o choro, os gritos, os insultos, as traições – só tinha servido para me deixar mais alerta e, de certa maneira, encher as medidas daquela minha recém-descoberta familiaridade com o Mal.

-João Tordo

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