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Yasmin glared up at the banner of the Hydrological Trinity above the Library archway. Those gods boasted the wealth of the Mother of Worlds: cloud-wreathed, water-wrapped, a gift of pure grace.
People on Karis forgot fate’s generosity when it came to the step-children however many times removed.
Of course she and all the other step-children descended from the journey-ships. Everyone descended from the journey-ships. Karis and Inner Colonies and Outer Colonies, the Dome and the Outposts, all of them were cousins. Everybody knew that.
The ones who’d conveniently forgotten sat on most of the wealth in the Inhabited Worlds.