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Outside, the night had a thin line of light across the horizon that promised the coming day. Somewhere, people like me folded into their shifts, unaware that a new hunger had taken shape in the world above them. Somewhere else, the girl with the golden hair slept or woke, unaware that a man in anoth
I swallowed and felt my mouth dry. The truth was, I had some of the details he wanted, and I had other things I had not yet spoken aloud even to myself. I had given the paper to Madame Estela because I wanted her gone. I had not thought of who might pick at the edges of my choice and find bigger thi
I thought of the paper I had handed Madame Estela. I thought of Aurelia’s soft mouth and the way she had looked at me when I had first offered a small kindness. I thought of the way innocence could be weaponized without your knowledge. The realization came like a slow stitch being pulled through clo
“Get what?” The single word left me exposed. I had been skimming at the surface of things and he had already slipped underwater to a depth I had not expected. Men like him built their power on the small complacencies of others. I was bargaining with myself whether to be brave and curious or to be s
“Ahhh.. the prodigal twin Romano Grimaldi you mean? That one is also infatuated with our little Aurelia. Makes you wonder what’s so special about her.” Feeling the patience leak out of me at the praise’s being thrown at that dumb girl, i asked. When the name Aurelia fell from his mouth like a coin,
“I want you to tell me everything from where he bought her, to the colour of her eyes” The demand was precise and sudden. It left the room with a new angle. I felt exposed. There are things you remember about people because you want to, and things you remember because they are useful. Eye colour is








