I turned to my grandmother. “I thought you said that he was brought here on a ship, fled from his kingdom with nowhere else to go, no one to help him when you found him on the streets.” I remembered it vividly, the first time we had come to visit my grandmother with our mom, the two of them exchanging notes between their hands, intel for the rebellion that my grandmother somehow knew, and Micah had been here. I had felt sorry for him then, pitied him, and the tale my grandmother had woven about his past. “He did.” My grandmother nodded, not an ounce of regret in her tone. “He came from my
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