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He even knew why it happened—or at least he thought he did, and to a god thinking is the same as knowing.
People don’t learn; they just accumulate facts.
Every scratch caused a spark; every breath held smoke; every naked step singed the floorboards.
A cloud’s sorrow: you cannot imagine it. But you can feel it, whenever a storm hits the world with uncommon force. When mountains crack and forests flood. When rivers surge and oceans bloat. When there is no true shelter left in the world. For the hardest storms are made of sorrow. Such sorrow came to the island, and tried to drown it.
