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Chapter 15: Finding Help
-Liana- I was sitting in the small kitchen of the brothel, with nowhere else to go and hoping the woman in charge would help me. I intended to explain everything that had happened to me and hoped she would believe me. I had spoken with her before when I brought clothes for the women here, and she had seemed... wise. It was hard to explain, but wisdom comes in many forms. When I had arrived earlier in the day, one of the women working here initially thought I had come seeking a job, but I had clarified that I needed to speak with the madam. She had directed me to this small kitchen, where I now waited for the older woman. “Well, what do we have here?” I heard someone ask. I turned slightly in my chair and saw the madam standing in the doorway, wearing a dark red dress. The door was o
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