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... her blanket and put it over my shoulders to help warm me up.
I tried not to think too much about the Parliament’s words. My predecessors gathered a great treasure trove of experience and wisdom over the centuries, but part of me hoped their skepticism was unwarranted and born of cynicism.
Can people change for the better? They could certainly change for the worst—I had crossed lines I considered sacred once—but even Necahual had found a measure of inner strength in her hardship. ...
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