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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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a resurrection of magic. Sacred Scars by Kathleen Chapter one Satyam. A set cross legged on the cold stone just outside the cage, she was holding her sleep so the boys could see the symbol she had drawn. Most of them were trying to copy it. Two stolen my interns home from the iron bars above their heads held in place by some market square merchants. Missing tarp hooks. The rest of the band cavern was dark Satyam. I pulled out a loose thread in our ragged skirt, listening for the sound of Franklin's footsteps of the long entrance passage on the far end of the big chamber. Somis had no coins to spend, and they needed everything, so Franklin had become a thief. He left the cliffs that dark and returned it dawn, carrying sacks of stolen goods, swaying like a farm. You'll under the way. He was nearly exhausted, always when he got back, ready to collapse on his blankets. Sad mom pushed your hair back over her shoulder, wishing Franklin would come, trying not to imagine him running King's guard close behind. Things were often hanged. If the guards realize to Iwas, it would be worse than that much worse. Satyam. I tucked her skirt between her bare feet and the cold stone she had choose, but they were buried in a box in the woods. She had meant to go get them water girl before winter closed in. But Thomas had forbidden her to leave the dark passages inside the cliffs, and she knew that if she disobeyed him, he wouldn't punish her. He would punish Frank. Sad am. I lowered her head to keep the boys from seeing her fear and her anger. Somis was clever. He was used to servants, silk, delicate pastries, the endless round of entertainments in his father's royal house, so a sprinkling in his own way. Neither one of them had understood what it would mean to live in the caverns and the tunnels they had found inside. Let Maurice Cliffs. Neither one had even thought of blink ins. Somis had been violent at first, raging at Franklin at the cold, the darkness, his own hunger and thirst. But night by night, Franklin had robbed the rich of their heavy woolen comforters until there were enough for all to sleep upon, and then he had brought lanterns, water in buckets paper, quills and everything else. Satyam. I looked up. Most of the boys had stopped drawing. Let me see what you've done, she said quietly. Six of the 10 turned their states towards her. Four had fallen asleep, sitting up chalk wedged between their fingers or dropped on the floor. Jackson's copy was nearly perfect, and when she smiled at him, he said, Up straighter, you're all getting better. She lied, looking one by one, into the faces of the boys, who had at least tried. Most of them avoided her eyes. The biggest boy medication lay down, yawning and allied. His dark, curly hair was built, the entangled, and when he reached to push it off his forehead, his slate skidded sideways. Juckes leapt up and grabbed it, been passed it through the bars, sat on my set it aside, glad it hadn't broken Juckes at Maverick. None of the others would tell her their names. Juckes had explained only the king guard and Magistrates had ever wanted to know. It scared them, Sadam a wipe her slate and drew another simple. She held it up, and the boys started over. At first they had jostle Denard. It had been hard to make them sit still for their lessons now. They barely spoke, barely moved. They had come from hard lives. They were street orphans. It hurts Satyam out to imagine no warm Supper's no one never looking out for them. She was sure none of them had ever helped so much as a lump of coal to draw a game of jump and stop on a boardwalk. Still something Somis expected them to learn to. Fair copy. Juckes was looking at his slate, correcting a line. He was the only one who could draw the Gypsy symbols accurately. New was by far the fastest at a fair in these letters, Set him a smiled at him again, and he smiled back, lifting its chin. She nodded, then looked at the other boys in the cage to keep from staring at the terrible rose and putty colored scar that cross Juckes throat and disappeared behind his ear.
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Storyteller, Teacher, Authentic, Low Pitched, Mature, Narrator, Rugged, Serious, Strong, Tough, Grizzled, North American (General)