The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

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In the quiet hills of a forgotten town in Washington State, there lives a man named Roy Dawson. His story is one that challenges everything we think we know about power. When most people imagine power, they envision terrifying monsters or demons—creatures that cast fear and wreak destruction. But Roy, God's most powerful Earth Angel, defies this