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“Can you imagine what it must be like? Knowing that any action you take is going to help some, but hurt others? Save a man’s life now, let him spread a disease that kills a child later in his life. Harmony does the best He can—the best possible, by the very definition. Yes, He hurt Wax. He hurt him badly. But He put the pain where He knew it could be borne.”
What could stop a god, Marasi Colms? Any guesses?” “Another god,” Marasi whispered. “Congratulations,” MeLaan said, pulling open the door. “You’ve found proof of something that terrifies us. Think on that for a while, before you go around accusing Harmony—or the kandra—of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go try to hang myself properly.” She slipped away, closing the door behind her. Another god, Marasi thought, standing in the darkness. Not Harmony, not Ruin, not Preservation.
Who, or what, was Trell?
