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Chapter Thirty-Eight
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2024-10-29 19:42:56'Be wary. For my favour to you cannot be made evident. I shall treat you no differently within the sight and ear of others. The envy of mortals is a perilous path that one should fear to tread.'
Am-Heh would be cautious they were not seen together often. Aware of the challenges of observation. Despite their better knowledge, the humans earthly moral code was still engrained, strict and stern. And his status in their eyes, as one of the more ruthless deities, could not be wounded.
Any show of softness on his part could be seen as weakness.
And it would make life harder for Ishaq. Something he shouldn't care about, but did.
He needn't have spoken. Ishaq was aware of the learned bias of others, as well as the catty envy that spurred them to peer for any fault or sense of favouritism that could be jumped upon, making everyone's day a misery.
Bowing low, Ishaq backed from the room. The war
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