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Chapter Twelve: Club Annabelle.

"That sounds completely nuts!" I stood and paced the room. Bea joined me in the pacing act.

"Think about it, Portburgh is already far from the mainland of Envia, it's practically an island, only instead of the ocean we are surrounded by fresh lake water."

"Geography? Your reason for treason is geography?"

"No, not only geography." Bea continued.

"Oh, there is more?" I asked, shocked that she could even continue.

"Oh! For goodness sake, Viva, look out there. In the villages, how many street children did you see just wandering aimlessly, we don't have schools here. The only schools available are in the capital, and they are what, a boat ride away? It's three hundred and fifty fauna for a boat ride, and that's not even adding tuition costs." Milton insisted.

I hadn't seen any street children, but perhaps the coachman had intentionally avoided the town.

"What about employment? The Prince sends in people from the capital. So much so that o

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