Shelby Ring

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In her eyes were the same desperation and want that Marion often saw in the glazed eyes of the children who haunted the street corners of Prane in the wintertime, frostbitten fingers outstretched to the passersby, begging for coin. Marion, once one of those children herself, knew the magnitude of that hunger. A deprivation so complete it became almost punitive. A want that made the knees go weak.
House of Hunger
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