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When the king says, Come work for me, there aren’t many paths to No.
Growing older was a falling away of everything that didn’t matter.
Nothing died without becoming the foundation for what came after.
A prefabricated culture that could have been assembled anywhere with equal cheerfulness. It didn’t feel human.
That was what decades of marriage were for. Intimacy and pattern matching as a kind of telepathy.
Wars never ended because one side was defeated. They ended because the enemies were reconciled. Anything else was just a postponement of the next round of violence.
