If I stand on tiptoe and press my face between the bars of my cell, I can peer out over the dead lovers of the king.
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In a kingdom ruled by an undying king, a young girl who wears dead girls' clothes and sleeps in houses not hers finds a boy assassin dying in a ditch.
Hazy with sunbeams, she kneels beside him and sings to him.
He does not die.
So what does one do with deadly little boys?
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I should have left you in that ditch.
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Enter the tale to discover what an assassin did to the girl who saved him.
Content warnings: Death of family, violence, prevented SA
