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You were one when we left Ronan, and I vowed never to raise you here. Folks here have long memories. And wagging tongues. That’s why we got out in the first place. A mixed-race boy in a small town—forget it.” She smiled mirthlessly. “That was before I learned that the North was just a different kind of prison.”
Everybody's Son
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