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... eness, sluggishness, and they would not be wrong. To the common eye, Sloth was the absence of motion, the refusal to act, the stillness that mocked purpose. But that was merely the surface, the shell that concealed the truth.
Sloth was never simply the lack of effort. It was the slow erosion of will, the quiet, unending whisper that told one there was no point. It was not born from weakness, but from despair. From knowing too much, feeling too much, and deciding that none of it mattered ...
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