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I heard crying. Not loud. Soft. Like someone trying not to be heard. It came from the inner room
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I heard crying. Not loud. Soft. Like someone trying not to be heard. It came from the inner room
it was one child. A boy who used to sell oranges near the gate. People said he ran away. Then a girl from the river side. Then another boy. Always poor children. Always children with no strong family.
the head maid sent me to bring water to the inner room. This had never happened before. My hands shook as I walked there.
I heard things.
they laughed it off. “She has good blood
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in a small town in West Africa. We had a queen. She was not born a queen. She married the king when he was already old. When he died
She smiled while the child stopped breathing.
and why no one goes near the dry river at night. I was there. I saw what happened. I did not understand it then. I do now.
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