CHAPTER 38: THE LAST CLOAKED MAN

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“He lies not o great one. We have all seen the splendor he speaks of.” Replied another of the cloaked men. “Water brings life; water births crops, these are the words of our ancestors. Do you now call the wise me of old liars?” “May we drown in the depths of Oceania’s seas if we ever consider such evil thoughts.” “So, how then do Xerans farm on land that is dry and void of water? What sorcery is this?” Ruwa asked. “The sorcery does not lie in the growth of the crops but in the source of the water for sire the Xerans have water. Rain falls and when it rains it pours. The Xerans have developed tools, many tools that can be used for many things. Sire, they make clouds and cause rainfall. That is how they grow their crops.” “Sacrilege!” Ruwa shouted sternly. “The words you say are sacril

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