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“But the world…does not shape itself to your wish any more than dough mixes itself when you’re hungry. That was truth. She had never found it otherwise.”

Such effortless storytelling. Never thought I’d read anything this reminiscent of Le Guin.

“Defeat,” drummed the right hand. “Not defeat! Victory. They are gone and we are here!” drummed the left hand. One by one, the right hand changed places until the left hand drumming carried all the power of the people.

“Her sleep was broken by dreams of water.”
“Her body felt heavy but new, washed clean by the rain.”