“You don’t seem worried. Why aren’t you worried?” “Maybe I’m just getting used to this view. Or maybe… I came here to make my fortune, or steal it. I felt worthless and thought that jangling pockets might help me to feel differently about myself. So, I gathered a little gold, put it all in a pile, and waited for the trumpets to sound. But I still felt the same way, like a worthless imposter, a bad forgery of a person. And I kept on feeling that way about myself until I discovered that I felt something for you, which grew into sympathy for the hods, and then for my sister, too, who’d always
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