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@@ -92,4 +92,53 @@ A dry rattle sounded from within the dusty rags, and it took em a moment to unde
 
 "Did you leave a fork behind on the L<sub>5</sub> System?"
 
-"No," he said. A finger rose tiredly from the upraised hand. "The word of the <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Lord</span>
+"No," he said. A finger rose tiredly from the upraised hand. "The word of the <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Lord</span> came to me: O mortal, turn your face towards man's iniquity in the heavens and prophesy to them and say: O cruel men of machinations, you have broken your treaties with the earth which God has set before you, and though it be the doing of the few who are one, leave now the world of your birth that it be washed clean of your sin. You may have hoped for the life as gods of the false idols, but the heavens are no longer for you for such arrogance."
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+Codrin remembered the admonition to be kind and patient, to be careful, and so ey sat in silence, as seemed appropriate.
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+"Those who sought to build their temple continue here, yes, and continue there, but judgement will yet come to them. I have seen the fire encased in flame and the sun's eagerness to send us on our way, and that is my reason for leaving them behind, and I am to lay here for three hundred and ninety years, arm outstretched to the System, and live off the cakes of wheat, barley, beans, lentils, millet, and emmer, until perhaps we cross the threshold of the firmament."
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+When the speech appeared to have concluded, Codrin bowed eir head. "That answers many of my questions, Ezekiel. You speak of the few who are one. Do you mean the idea of clades?"
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+"Yes. Some are the many who are one. Jonah, who is many that are one. Michelle, who is few that are one."
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+Ey once more remained quiet, mind churning over what seemed to be the root of the Ode clade. Michelle? Breaking the treaties with the earth which God set before her? Michelle, who left the world of her birth? And who was this Jonah?
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+"There were eight of us," Ezekiel said, and something about its voice sounded clearer, more present than it had before. "A council set to guide but not govern. We were to be the interface between our world and the earth. The three from the East, the prophet, the nameless one, the politician, the broken one and her friend."
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+Ezekiel must be the prophet, and surely Michelle was the broken one. Ey didn't know the rest of the references, so ey filed the information away until later to look up. Ey felt the need to be completely present for the prophet.
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+"Guide towards Secession?"
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+"Not at first. At first, we were to be one people in two forms: those who had life entire on the earth that God set before them, and those who lived beyond death. Those who lived on earth saw the idolatry in the System and with the help of True Name and the Jonas, built up a religion of separation, that we be two people in two forms."
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+"True Name?"
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+The prophet turned a weary head towards Codrin. There was definitely a face there, ey saw, though it was dirty and blended seamlessly into the tattered rags that surrounded it. "One of the broken."
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+Ey closed eir eyes and rifled through the Ode that ey kept near to hand in an exocortex. There were two instances of the phrase; 'The only time I know my true name is when I dream', and 'To know one's true name is to know god'. Both of them made sense as a possibility, as the first was the first line of that stanza and would have been one of the earliest forks, but the second named god, which fit well with Ezekiel's role as prophet.
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+After a moment's thought, ey asked eir question, choosing eir words carefully. "The True Name who dreamed, or the True Name who knew god?"
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+Another raspy cackle came from the bundle of rags. "You need not mince your words with me, Codrin Balan. I am the mystic, you are the poet. The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream, a broken vessel for a broken soul."
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+Ey smiled cautiously, feeling a heat in eir cheeks. "Is True Name on the launch?"
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+"Yes."
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+"Are they on the System as well?"
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+"Yes."
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+"Should I interview them for this?"
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+Ezekiel once more turned his gaze toward the sky, supposing that that is where the abandoned planet must lie. "No. The <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Lord</span> has put cords upon you, so that you cannot turn from your path. Your twin and your root shall, but you must seek out one borne of her, and you must seek out more of the eight who were to guide but not govern, and you must seek out Jonah, and you must see to your loved ones."
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+Codrin nodded, scratching out the list of names --- if names they were --- in eir abrupt shorthand. "What should I ask them?"
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+"Ask them what you asked me. Each shall give you a different answer, and when they are brought together, you may see the past and write your poem, poet." His arm began to waver, and then dropped once more to his side. "I am tired, Codrin Balan, and I must eat and drink."
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+Ey nodded and stood, folding eir notes and capping eir pen. "Thank you, Ezekiel. I hope that you enjoy your meal."
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+A final rattling laugh, and the arm fumbled to the side where a flat cake had been cooking atop a pile of what looked like smoldering dung. Once more, his voice lost the edge of prophesy and became more cogent. "It's vile stuff, but I'll try."
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