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“Whether she did or not is beside the point. No one asks to live in squalor, Tris. It is just that squalor is all that is left to them by those with money.”
Tris resettled her spectacles on her masked nose—they didn’t fit properly with cloth in the way—and set out after him.
Appealing to Rosethorn’s own Green Man and Mila of the Grain, he thought, Please, gods, keep her safe.

