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I was set down in front of one of the strangers that had been with my father. He was tall, dressed all in black. His hazel eyes had tights lines around them as he regarded me. I’ve often wondered what he thought of me, a small boy covered in smoke-grime and dirt. My clothes were singed, and my hair, no longer fair
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