“You have an honest job. No children. You have your beauty yet. You could find your way out of Prane if you wanted to. You could marry a farmer and escape this city. You have options I don’t, and still they aren’t enough for you. You want more than an honest life. Is that it? You want splendor and luxury and all the vices that come with it. I can see it in your eyes. The greed. The want for things you were never meant to have. The way you watch the women of high town hold their parasols and tilt their chins just so. Even as a child you’d try to mimic them, walk heel to toe the way they did.
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