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The prophecy isn’t broken. People are such soft-brained idiots.” Taishi spat out in disgust.
“Our fates are in the hands of heaven.” Sanu put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Put your trust in the Tiandi. Let the divine work in its own ways. The River of Fate will guide us to where we need to go.”
“Don’t touch me!” The abbot was just trying to help, but his attempts to soothe Taishi only enraged her. Everyone, from the abbots to the dukes to those pathetic masters to even that blasted emperor five hundred years ago, was just looking for the easiest, most convenient excuse to do nothing.
“Better to hand the problem off than make the hard choices. Let future generations deal with it instead of getting it right at the source,” she lamented through clenched teeth.
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