Poor a chap like me couldn't hope to feel it, touch it even.
All compounded by the fact I had a father, a mother, and a sister.
We lived on the outskirts of town, a joyous and prosperous town. Really, there were barely any poor of riches there; they all lived in nearly perfect communism. Atleast for the most part. My family didn't get to live here by coincidence afterall.
We were implicated in the assassination of a past chief, long before I was a meter tall and while my sister was still in forming. Without sufficient proof of betrayal from us the town's council simply banished us to the outskirts of town. And that was mercy shown to us by a woman who thought us innocent. But that was to be our doom.
They say if you know something's wrong, you talk.
Admittedly the woman in the judges' panel couldn't overstep, the saying was formed of rhymes afterall. But the consequences for my family...
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