After dusk, a crowd of beggars gathered 'round in solemn reverence. Illuminated in the dim lantern light stands a waif upon a small soapbox. Thieves and brigands and impoverished conglomerate as one body; they are on the city stage, but only one of them knows her lines.
"The nations did make a...
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