“Did Mother teach you to do that?” Eijeh said, nodding to the yellow fumes still wafting from the burner. “Yes.” Akos was already flushed and shaking, though he had no reason to be scared of his own brother. “Mom taught me.” Eijeh had never called her “Mother” in his life. That was a word for snotty Shissa kids, or for the Shotet—not for children of Hessa. “So kind of her to prepare you for what awaited you. It’s a shame she didn’t feel the need to do that with me.” Eijeh stepped into Akos’s room, running his fingers over the taut sheets, the even stack of books. Marking them in a way that
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