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... roof of my room.
I moved gingerly, none of my wounds properly healed. Where was my crutch? Well, I’d just need to make do without it.
I needed to get up to the countertop to tap the attic door with a broom handle.
There was a brief pause, and then it shot downward.
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“Where is my supper?” the male voice demanded.
“Quietly! Do you know what the guards will do if they find you?”
“Don’t threaten me, you little monster! This is my house, a ...
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