"I don't want your soul, Elias," the man said, his voice smooth as polished marble. "That’s a poet’s fiction. I want your work. I want the next ten years of your hands."
Discuss the of these types of stories. Discouragement: The Devil's Most Effective Weapon - YMI devils_work
Elias began to notice that his hands were no longer his own. When he tried to draw a simple sketch for his niece—a small wooden bird—his fingers refused to move. They would only draw cold, perfect lines of steel and stone. He stopped visiting his family because their faces looked "unstructured" to him. He stopped eating food he couldn't measure, and eventually, he stopped sleeping, terrified that a dream might be asymmetrical. "I don't want your soul, Elias," the man