Story a day: 9.15.16

Her name died long before her body. She buried it along with the memories of those early years: the cramped, filthy ships, the auction houses in city after city, the adults seizing up her and the other children.

That name and that girl had both died. In their place lived Block. Simply Block. And Block survived.

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