"Sometimes," he replied, his tone serious, "You just have to have faith."
I laughed, and it came out loud and bitter. Mocking echoes of it drifted through the vast chamber. "Faith," I said. "Faith in what?"
"That things will unfold as they are meant to," Forthhill said. "That even in the face of an immediate ugliness, the greater picture will resolve
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