Later that night.

Benjamin was out in the garden, sitting under a tree, doing nothing as hours went by.

“He’s been like that since dinner,” Rye was watching him from the first floor’s window. “It’s not good.”

“What can I say?” Uzza was feeling heavy-hearted. “It feels like the story of Abel and Cain altogether, though in a different way. The brothers that represent the duality of current man. The devil sure knows how to mock us and make us angry. I’m certain now. It’s his plan. He put the sworn