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... ove Atticus was telling the truth, but there was also no way to prove he was lying. It was Atticus’s word, a series of damning similarities, and a wrong that lasted generations.
"How could I?" Atticus laughed, but there was no mirth. "Vramid was an utter shithole before I took over. My grandmother was a princess who should have married nobility and lived the rest of her life in luxury, but instead, she hid in the slums of Vramid and got married to a cobbler, who then died when sickness s ...
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