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... tion that existed somewhere beyond the limestone walls of the State Orphanage.
Philia was just a boy who had learned early on that silence was a shield and a straight back was a weapon. While the other orphans slouched under the weight of their own hopelessness, Philia moved through the yard with a haunting grace. He didn’t have much, his clothes were a patchwork of coarse linen and desperation, but he carried himself like a man who was merely visiting the slums on his way to somewhere b ...
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