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The Man In Iron

The man in iron dismounted his horse and unfurled a scroll. His lips moved, but Eris couldn’t hear what he was saying from this distance. She absently beat the bundle of wheat against the floor. Her father’s shoulders sank, and despite her sisters’ assistance, he collapsed to the ground, his face in his hands.

Eris dropped the wheat. Not again.

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