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sation while she tried to decide just how much it was safe to tell me. She may have been ugly, but she more than made up for it in caginess. So far her patterns weren't the standard "I'll follow the cause at any price" attitudes. She was reticent. Most true believers won t shut up once you get them started. |
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"I'm told you have to be chosen." |
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She came back at me with a barely perceptible nod. |
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"How do you know you've been chosen?" |
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She still kept her finger on the trigger, but the other hand reached up and loosened the shawl. Beneath that was a high buttoned blouse. She opened it to reveal what appeared to be nothing more than a small discoloration of the skin, a tiny bruise in the V of her throat. "We are all marked," she said solemnly. |
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"At the dawn of time, an ordinal process, an allocation with the assignment of souls." |
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"What do you mean by the assignment of souls?" |
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"The planning of events," she answered evenly. |
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"So what does this equinoctial awakening mean to you?" |
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"It means that among all the blessed, I am chosen. I am Sate's choice. Of the many who are so blessed, only a handful of true believers will be called upon to serve, to |
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