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The ancient codes that governed such things ran deeper than the rivers and older than her blood. She could not throw them away so easily. To disrespect them would be to call into question the very nature of authority itself. And she, a descendant of foreign invaders into this land, would not want that.
“Mother is not infinitely cruel.”
The onset of age was like a dam breaking: slowly at first, then all at once.
“Do you remember you told me once that there was something different about me, as though the fortunes had embroidered a bright pattern in my soul?”
