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I've got to remember this is just a game

     All of the elder siblings had left before their parents. And after that it had been a trickle—first some of his siblings, then Misery and Gin, and then Mab had forced his father to go. Ahren had been a wreck, and in some way, Draco was glad no one else was there. He hadn’t even wanted to hear what the two cousins had said to each other (none of which was good) and hadn’t wanted to watch his father stagger off. It was only in those last few days that he had started to hate the man, though Draco truly doubted this was an accurate statement. He disliked his father.
     He didn’t want to kill him, as so many others had. “Maybe a month,” he said. He ignored her second question completely. “I guess crazy Aunt Misery was right about this place,” he continued, letting a vague smile cross his face, though it did not meet his eyes. “You people just can’t get away from it.”



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