Chapter 3

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The years passed by and Jeremy and I grew. We grew to love each other as a brother and sister; we were inseparable, like magnets glued together. My mother died of pneumonia and I was closer to him than ever before.
Our daily meeting under the bridge continued, despite the rules and regulations in each district becoming more strict by the second. It was as if conflict was brewing in a cauldron, just waiting for the right moment to bubble over the top.
The amount of paupers and thieves was more than ever before, and the riches of Vendola skyrocketed, whereas in Gissel it seemed like businesses were plunging into a valley of death and destruction.
But that didn't stop us. And it never did.
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A/N
Sorry about the shortness of my chapters, but that's just how I write. The next one is longer!

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