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Looking for the answers
The Chairman gazed at me suspiciously. He stood like that without saying a single word, observing me, as he was examining my body language in search for any markers of a lie.
“How do you know that Samil is Jadiel Borda's incarnation?” he questioned.
“I don't have any clear way to prove it… In my visions… they looked the same, just as I resembled Immara, like I was her copy… That is why I think that way…”
“How is my Grandson destined to love a witch?!” he fumed harshly.
A sudden hatred surfaced in Chairman's words. It was the first time that I saw exactly where was his line of tolerance. I suppose that he, as a Borda, learnt to hate all witches. Later, as a knowledgeable man, he learnt to ignore them, or tolerate that if there were useful. Now, I crossed the line in his eyes claiming that someone of his own blood shared a destiny with a witch.
His words hurt, his words sounded unfair, his words made me smile bitterly. How foolishly I thought th
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