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The Orphan Girl

“Not so!” the man said with a grin, “We know that he is an orphan by their laws. Now go along darling and use those connections you have yourself as an orphan. Start with the orphanage I lifted you from and figure out who would take in the child of a savage.”

She stood there for a long moment before making her way out to the bright sunlit streets. She could wish she had another profession all she would like but it wouldn’t change the past. Alas, her master was no chronomancer and she wouldn’t get the art from him. The dead were all that she would have.

“At least, I’m not stuck in that dusty hole until the light fades,” she said as she started the long walk to her orphanage.

Her master had gone out of his way to get a child that he considered pure. Still, being a necromancer was better than being a whore. She knew that’s where many of the girls she grew up with ended up. She was lucky that she had potential and that there was a madman that didn’t care that she was a girl as long as she wasn’t a mutt.

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