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‘What more must I give?’ The question echoed back to him from the stirring Ocean. The seeker was learned enough to recognise the challenge for what it was, unwise enough to accept it as given. ‘Anything!’ he replied. ‘I would give anything for this knowledge!’ Thunder rolled across the Ocean. ‘Granted,’ it said. Pain welled up from the position of his right eye, and he screamed, drawing his hand to his face, but immediately after the pain came knowledge. The slow burn of understanding. He gasped in wonder, and the Ocean responded, although not as the usual, passive mirror of his joy. He did not understand it, but past, present and future were all one place in the Great Ocean. Even in the throes of enlightenment, on some level he knew – it was a question that would plague him forevermore From: the sixth cult of the denied, david guymer (in blood of the emperor)

being out and about with someone sober while you're high feels so much like that "i'm bring brought along" panel from tomo chan wa onnanoko

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getting a ungulatejob from a girl with huge hooves