Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
It goes on, he thought. The internecine hate. Perhaps the seeds are there, in that. They will eat one another at last, and leave the rest of us here and there in the world, still alive. Still enough of us once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.
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