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“We have nothing left. Orphans. Castaways." She turns to me. "Childless. That is what we are. The unwanted or the un-killed. We are together only by the wrongs done to us. There is no-one else to worry about us, to fear for our safety, or to give us comfort.”

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Book:No Good Deed
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