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... er family was a boy just one year older than her.
The girl was young and knew little of the world, but she knew exactly how to call him.
“Brother. Brother Risir. I played with Brother Risir today.”
The mother, with the girl perched on her lap, froze in surprise and locked eyes with her.
“No? Roera, that boy is not your brother.”
“Not my brother? Why?”
“He is... different from us.”
“Different? How? Isn’t Brother... Risir part of our family?” ...
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