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Not My Father
Helio’s POV I hated meetings, but here I was again at yet another one, filled with people not doing or saying anything worthwhile. Seated at the regal table, the droning of my father’s advisors enveloped me. I didn’t listen. They were all whining about the decline in population. They couldn’t make more people pay taxes and crops failed because there was no one to tend them. The problems felt distant. My mind wandered back to the orphanage and what they were doing with the new funds. I had received my monthly allotment, and it was half of what it usually was. I wondered if I would start to feel like it wasn’t enough. When I checked my coin wallets and the little chest of coins in my room, I still had most of the money from previous months. I had almost laughed at the little treasury I had
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