He’s just received word; they’re rationing the food, but the people are perishing quickly. After seven years, it’s his turn. After seven years without sunlight, Haldan is here to end the Dark Siege.
Haldan, the last prince.
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Peter peered between the boards nailed to the window in the basement. There were no stars tonight. The treeline was silent and still. He shifted in his usual seat. The floor was uncomfortable, but the few chairs were for grownups. He turned back to the preacher. Back to papa.
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I watched my mama dance with her lovers.
I learned that’s just what lovers do.
That first June night, Jim danced a little too close with a cigarette taste on his lips, his hands searching my skirt–for warmth, he’d said.
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