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Traitor, they Whisper The one who walks these roads is an abomination. Her skin is dark and freckled, and her hair is a frizzy mess and her eyes betray her; orange hazel of a port-city child of illegitimate lineage.
Traitor, they whisper. As if she is the embodiment of all that is wrong. She must suffer the “sins” of her parents which were no sins at all, unless being business partner merchants who happened to be married was some sort of awful crime.
By the way other Bezzards cursed and spat at her she supposed in the end it was.
It was stupid, whoever made those unspoken laws needed a good knock to the skull from her wrench.
Her name is Tamora. She holds a variety of nations in her blood. Her home country calls her a mutt, but her parents call her a brilliant mechanic.
Traitor, they Whisper
The one who walks these roads is an abomination. Her skin is dark and freckled, and her hair is a frizzy mess and her eyes betray her; orange hazel of a port-city child of illegitimate lineage.
Traitor, they whisper. As if she is the embodiment of all that is wrong. She must suffer the “sins” of her parents which were no sins at all, unless being business partner merchants who happened to be married was some sort of awful crime.
By the way other Bezzards cursed and spat at her she supposed in the end it was.
It was stupid, whoever made those unspoken laws needed a good knock to the skull from her wrench.
Her name is Tamora. She holds a variety of nations in her blood. Her home country calls her a mutt, but her parents call her a brilliant mechanic.
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