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Meet Henry There was a boy at the Academy who called me Mouse. I wasn’t supposed to be around the boys, they were older than me and being taught to fight, but no one seemed to notice when I was on the periphery watching them train. They mostly just beat each other up, but there…
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Meet Aya “Aya, take Dr. Harrison’s hand. It won’t hurt, I promise you.” Grandfather spoke with his gentle voice, the one he used when trying to get me to do something. Even at five years old I’d already learned not to trust his minor kindnesses. Grandfather hovered over me, while Mother leaned against the door…
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