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What it says on the tin. FaeApoc.
Adham Alamerta knew the score.
He was a professor and student of history and anthropology, and he'd long ago learned to read between the lines of human history. He knew that, in the end, every god of humanity, every myth that had at one point been a god, every story that had been a myth, they had all come from glimpses or visions of his people. And that, in turn, most of his people would, at some point, become a god (though that was forbidden now), a myth, a story.
He had, in his lifetime, met other snake-people, those with scales or fangs or, sometimes, tails, but he had encountered only four other naga - his late wife, and three of their six children. And in all of his studies, he had found very few hints or rumors of more.
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Adham Alamerta knew the score.
He was a professor and student of history and anthropology, and he'd long ago learned to read between the lines of human history. He knew that, in the end, every god of humanity, every myth that had at one point been a god, every story that had been a myth, they had all come from glimpses or visions of his people. And that, in turn, most of his people would, at some point, become a god (though that was forbidden now), a myth, a story.
He had, in his lifetime, met other snake-people, those with scales or fangs or, sometimes, tails, but he had encountered only four other naga - his late wife, and three of their six children. And in all of his studies, he had found very few hints or rumors of more.
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