It’s only then that I pick out some of the downcast expressions and anguished eyes in the crowd. Here and there, I spot a man looking anxiously from one cage to the next in search of something, or a woman hugging a child to her with a pained expression. Near me stands a little girl leaning so far out to see the cages that she looks like she’ll fall any second. She continues to strain at the edge of the crowd until someone pulls her back. The families of those who had been mutilated into Ghosts. Those permanently separated from one another and then condemned to this half death. They’re here
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