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𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚.
Born behind a beer barrel to a bartender and a drunkard, Norah Brown Abernathy had never truly known it. She was raised to know fear, to know exactly where the floors creaked in her house, the angle to remove broken glass from bloodied skin, and which words would raise hell. But between the shouting, and the smashing, and the bruises, she caught glimpses of it. She heard it in the valley songs her mother used to sing before bed, found it in the meadows beyond the smog of the District, where bluebells sprung each Spring, and daisies lasted until Summer. She smelt it in the breads she baked in the bakery, and saw it in the blue-eyes of the boy beside the counter.
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Coriolanus Snow was not beyond killing children. But this one? This one he had big plans for.
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