There are things worse than death. I'm proof. It all started when my brother disappeared one day. We'd been very, very poor, living on roots and berries and whatever we could scrounge together. Until the day my brother disappeared.
Then we had stew.
Now, my brother was a pretty good kid. I looked up to him, in the way that all five-feet tall little sisters look up to thei…
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