The line of pilgrims stretched all the way down the mountain. They came to pay respects to the monks who dedicated their lives to the faith.

“They come up here to curry favor with the universe,” Bodhi grumbled.

“No different than us,” Naga said in that infuriating somnambulant tone of his. “We’re used to it, that’s all.” He smiled with pursed lips, slowly extending his smirk so that the corners of his mouth reached almost to his ears.

“Don’t do that in front of the faithful, they’ll tell the others they saw a demon.”

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