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... old saying, one rooted in how history kept repeating itself.

Mistakes, wars, collapses—different faces, same patterns.

(You've seen the cycle yourself, haven't you? Every time peace lasted too long, their guard dropped. And worst of all, they'd start fighting among themselves. It's just built into their nature.)

Asher couldn't help but agree.

"I know...That's why I won't make it too easy for them. I just don't want to throw them into an unlivable world before the ...

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