“My God, the one I listen to,” Yeshua continued, “loves all men without distinction: the white, the brown, the black—even the untouchables.”
Arcahia looked at him, his eyes clouded in thought.
“Why do you always think you know God better than anyone else?” Vasanta asked.
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