Caine was no longer the icon of evil, the Enemy of God, the author of all the world's ills. He had become… — Matthew Stover
Caine was no longer the icon of evil, the Enemy of God, the author of all the world's ills. He had become simply what he was: a ruthless, amoral man, now beaten--crushed by the world, just like any other.
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