"A fable. A myth. The force that draws all together and has a plan for the universe. Supposedly a good plan." He snorts, stooping to pick up the fox's corpse and examine it. If there's nothing special about it, he supposes they can eat it, but he had been under the impression that they weren't normal animals. "There are many religions that follow it and study it. I was part of one for half my life."
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