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“What you learned in a palace,” he hissed, their identical faces close, “I learned better in the mud.”
“Your blood is born of the Spindles, of distant realms and lost stars. You want the horizon, Corayne of Old Cor. You want it in your bones,”
Untrustworthy, unfit, too weak to rule. History gorges itself on women raised high and then brought low by men grasping for their power. I will not be one of them. I will not lose what my father gave me. I will make it greater.
The Amhara has great need for those who can pass unseen, and who is more unseen to men than a woman?
