What good is truth?

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain
taps at the window with its long fingernails?

No.

When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid.

What you need are the plump comforts of a story.

The soothing, rocking safety of

a lie.

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield

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