I had to make them fight. Father would do something worse if I didn't show him I was like him. "Flogging rounds then," I said. One of the junior Mahid ran off while they lay on their faces, arms wrapped around their heads. They were in Hayel. I knew that. I waited, chin on my fists, elbows on my knees. "My son. Even in the face of damnation, did you see? They chose to be disobedient,
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