8.01.2.7.1
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“The Gods of Nature are wondrously
kind …”
What the hell. Graisingh wondered if
he was hallucinating. A Naganagara
general was philosophising?
“Mother Earth has you enfolded in
her arms, there on her rock.”
Hardly the way Graisingh would have
put it. But despite the gnawing aches
that were grinding their way into
tense joints and back-bent bones, he
stared grim-faced away from his
captor. His sight was for the heavens
above.
