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I started out reading a fantasy novel. A simple police procedural in a city far away, that straddles an old slow river.

But no, it was about ethics. It was about knowing the difference between what’s allowed, what’s legal, and what’s right. And that fairly often those three don’t line up.

Or it was about gender politics. About the first person in a society willing to step up and say “You’ve called me by this name, and this pronoun, all my life. But that isn’t me. This is me. No, we don’t even have that pronoun yet, but this is still me.”

Or it was about racism. That constant social whine of “well, everybody knows what they’re like.” The blame game that’s based on the whispered mutterings that never have a source, and always boil down to “I’m terrified because they are different. I’m terrified because when I look at them, for a second there I can see myself in their eyes and if I was wrong, then all I’ve said and done...”

It was about giving voices to the voiceless, and hearing how much they’ve been trying to say this whole time.

It was about what it means to be human.

I always start out reading a fantasy novel when it comes to Pratchett. And somehow it ends up in a moral philosophy lesson from a professor with a grasp of humanity that still leaves me astonished.

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