~”Cut off her hands!”~
…the Devil demanded of the miller. "Or I will take you and your wife instead of her." Afraid for his life, the miller told his daughter what he was going to do at the Devil’s demand and begged her forgiveness. Then, she laid her hands over a tree stump, and the razor-sharp, iron-lipped ax fell on her wrists, severing her hands and changing her life forever...
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If you are tempted to take any portion thereof and make it your own, my attorneys will catch your foul stench on the cosmic winds
and hunt you down like the Hounds of Tindalos, descending upon you from all angles to
devour the miserable stump of flesh you call your life.
Just so you know.