When the soldiers burst in, there was no struggle. Samson woke, reached for a strength that was no longer there, and saw Delilah standing by the window. She wasn't counting her silver. She was watching the moon, her face a mask of grief and resolve.
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The shears made a rhythmic, clicking sound. One by one, the seven braids fell to the rug, looking like dead serpents in the moonlight. As the last lock fell, the air in the room seemed to thin. The divine hum that usually vibrated around Samson vanished.