Sentar smiled and walked over to the templars. “Kneel,” Sentar commanded. Three of the templars, all in white robes decorated with a black sun, fell to their knees. An older templar whose robe was lined with gold trim remained standing. “Why do you not kneel?” Sentar inquired. “I am the primate. And you are no god,” the plump old man said. “Then why are you primate?” Sentar sneered. “I am the Lord of the Night! Who do you worship now?” “We don’t worship; we ponder. We teach. The force that makes us know right from wrong doesn’t come from outside—it comes from within. It is something we humans
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