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The Hard Way Through the Great Warehouse
Excerpt:
When she was older her father had told her that a year after their visit, the boy had jumped. Her father had said that it had been for the best; mothers usually did that with the void mad and so the boy had done his clan a favour. The hard path done right was always better than the easy one. She had agreed, of course, her father was very wise, but that night, and through the years to come, she could never quite forget the boy’s eyes.
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