03-03-2009, 12:31 AM
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There had never been a point in his life where Ezekiel had truly felt judged for anything less then his merit. Now, with the white-eyed woman staring at him, he began to understand. She had not spoken ill of his blood nor his birthplace yet, but he read it in her body and in her face. This fact perturbed him if only because it had never occurred before. Had he been older, he might not have felt the same emotion rise in his chest. What came was a tide of prejudice, as it had been vocalized by his godmother’s brother. |
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