Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge.
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