Jess

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She had woken one morning on the south bank of the Arkansas River, naked, cold, and muddy, with a deep gash in her throat just above her left collarbone. She had walked three miles to the nearest settlement. The local doctor stitched her wound and examined her, determining that she was somewhere between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, and that she had at some point probably given birth.
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