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The pain begins in the tips of her fingers. She feels it between her bones, racing alongside the inner veins of her wrists, feels it shoot up to curve around the delicate joints of her shoulders, and her breath stops in her throat. For your crime, o most beautiful of women, the goddess whispers, you shall have life, and fear, and men shall turn to stone when you gaze upon them. There is a hissing building around her eyes, growing in her veins, singing within her very flesh and her scalp is on fire. She feels her hair begin to grow and twist with new life, become cold against her skin, a thousand tiny tongues licking at the curve of her throat, at the delicate skin behind her ears, and she screams. What good does your beauty do you now, the goddess asks, and she feels her own eyes burn and harden into stone. What good does your beauty do you now, when it brings death, and not desire?