Book 12: The Wall
— they interpret the weirdest shit sent from the gods
— hector being cool, as usual, “You tell me to put my trust in birds who flutter by, but birds are meaningless! (…) whether they fly towards the sun and dawn, eastward to the right of us, or westward, left, towards the darkness. (…) Patriotism is the one true bird.”
— Aug 22, 2026 10:30AM
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