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The Therapy Session: A Room Outside Blind Faith

The Therapy Session: A Room Outside Blind Faith

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They came from scripture. They came with secrets. Now they're seated in a room with no pulpit, no altar-just silence and a couch. Welcome to the therapy room where God watches, but doesn't speak. Where Lilith, the first woman, demands to be heard, Eve, the second, carries the weight of obedience, Cain still seethes, Job still questions, and Lucifer still burns with pride. Aria, a modern woman tangled in her own spiritual mess, finds herself in group therapy with biblical legends. But this isn't Sunday School. This is raw. Unfiltered. Maybe even blasphemous. But it's real. What happens when the divine is forced to explain itself? And what if the only true belief... is doubt?
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