I had learned long ago that staying unnoticed was key to survival. In the outer parts of Kaldor, people like me weren't meant to stand out. We weren't meant to be remembered, and definitely not meant to be protected. Those who were remembered either owed something or had something taken from them. I could do neither. So, I kept my head down, my voice quiet, and my presence forgettable. It was the only way to live long enough to see another day in the kingdom.Hunger was the only thing that never forgot me. It woke with me each morning, a dull, familiar ache deep in my stomach that refused to leave. Some days it was quiet, almost bearable. Other days, like today, it felt sharper, as if reminding me I had no right to rest.I walked through the market carefully, sticking to the edges where the shadows hid me. The market was always busy, full of voices and movement. The smell of fresh bread and cooked meat hung in the air like a promise I couldn't have. I kept my eyes forward, but I saw e
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