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I hope you will enjoy this week’s selection which is but a part of the greater whole. The idea is to present the entire short story to you 8 – 10 sentences at a time.
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Last week Demeas started reminiscing about the past and how he had not been to his home village since the pox killed his parents.
That had been what felt like a lifetime ago. Mediciners tried everything possible and after the epidemic, the surviving children without parents were cared for by the H’Rhophyans in orphanages in Sendeshia. There he, and his older brother Barak, lived until each were old enough to join The Order. Looking up the road, he thought about his youth. He missed his parents and his brother–even if the two never seemed to agree on anything. That was a long time ago.
“Not now,” he said aloud, trying to focus himself. He was certain the thief would head into the woods to avoid being noticed.
“That’s what I would do,” he mused, turning to his horse and stroking her neck.
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