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RE: A Cake for Lysire
"All this for me," Unna said as she traced her foot through the ash. "I don't get it. I mean my mother always told me I was special, but why not just hand me over? Because of the prophecy?"
Unna found it hard to not blame herself as she looked around and thought about the recent conversation she had with Gideon after the boy was discovered beaten and covered in feces. She told him that she never wanted to feel responsible for death, but here she was standing on the ashes of an entire planet that died for refusing to give her up, as she had also learned that Lysire would die because of her.
"But they didn't know of the prophecy, did they?"
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