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... it not?" The monk countered gently. He gestured with his chin towards the celebrating merchant caravan, where the fat merchant was currently high-fiving his mercenaries, celebrating a victory won with paper slips and stickers rather than blood and grit.
"Look at them, Benefactor. They did not pray for salvation. They purchased it. They applied it. And they survived. Is that not a form of enlightenment?
To hold one’s fate in one’s own hands, facilitated by a simple transaction?" < ...
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