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Beneath the bloodied soil of the Bleeding Field were untapped mines of the valuable crystal. And where there is value, there is power, and where there is power, violence will always brew.
‘How can something from nature be a commodity? Do you tax your rivers for running? Do you pay the trees for their leaves in autumn or charge the sky for its rain?’
Love and hate are oil and water, separate but similar, and sometimes they swirl together, making it difficult to tell one from the other.
