I woke up to find myself crying into the sheets; I had dreamt about my little brother, Roby.
The orphanage had taken the shape of the Master's head. Roby had ran toward his head, telling me to follow him. I told him to come back, but it was ...
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The snow pierced my face as I cried into the frozen street. I felt my skin become numb with every whimper I released.
I heard the crunching of old snow closing in on me. I ceased my teas and listened. The tracks stopped at my head.
"Bo...
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My parents gave me to the orphanage when I was five years old. They left me with the Mistress at the door; they didn't even hug me goodbye.
"We'll come back for you soon. Be strong, Izsak."
"Can't I come with you?" They turned and embr...
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