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Prologue: The First Time
They are arguing again. He can hear them just on the other side of the wall, his mother’s thin, wispy yet defiant muttering, his father’s slurred shouting.
His Chosen House
Involving a train, a sorting, three flowers, and an important question?.
Stewed Horned Slug
Of dandelion roots, lies, and blood-red potions.
Yellow Voices, Dirty Blood
Of an ochre voice, a silky voice, a question gone unanswered, and the end of innocence.
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