READ: GENESIS 3:1-15 The sign of the serpent had been engraved on the doors for as long as anyone could remember. Every time she went past, she was reminded of their enslavement. It was carved into the wood deeper than the ocean itself, a writhing ribbon of sickening green. One could almost imagine it was moving, undulating toward them with a rasping tongue and obsidian black eyes that were slits in the emerald irises. All who passed by were to bow before it. And then one day, a man defied it. Denied it. The people were amazed, and so was she. Who was dumb enough to ignore the mark of the serpent, the captor of their people? He did it every time he went by, this strange man. Walking as if the green worm upon the doors was invisible. And of course, the inevitable happened. The serpent kings were displeased. They arrested the man and killed him. In her heart, she sorrowed, for she had begun to hope that their slavery was over. There was no hope now, for it was buried with...