Peace had at last returned to Europe. Her familiar face - once evilly contorted and frightening - was again at rest, noble and fresh. What she had been through would take years to understand. It was as though she had undergone a terribly protracted exorcism, one that had extracted from her the last farthing. But in the very end, protesting with shrieks as they went, the legions of demons were driven out.
- From Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy by Eric Metaxas
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