“Rao,” Aditya called out. “I dreamt of you.” “What did you dream?” Rao asked. “A dream from the nameless god, I think.” “Surely you know, priest,” Rao said, but there was nothing cutting in his voice. Only curiosity. Aditya hesitated. “I saw your eyes, shining like stars.” “Stars?” Aditya nodded. “What had happened, to make them shine?” “I don’t know,” Aditya said. “But Rao—perhaps one day we’ll meet again, on the other side of this war, and you will be able to tell me.”
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