“Were we right to send her away like that?” asked Remedios’s mum. “We didn’t send her away, Jade. She left on her own,” grunted Argon. “She’ll come back,” he added. “I don’t think she’ll return. Music travels,” said Nicholas, the most concerned of all. “She left everything. Besides, once anyone learns who she is, they will automatically leave her or even better,” Argon smiled. “A bounty on her head.” “Dead or alive?” Nicholas joked, his voice shaky. He loved his sister. And he didn’t want her dead nor ‘or’ which in Argon’s case could be worse than death. “Nicholas!” cried his mum. “Alive,” decided Argon. “Because of her identity, no one will take her in, and because of no identity in her hands, no country will take her in.” Jade wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief. “My Remedios, what has cursed you?” she cried unseen tears. Argon left the dining hall, the excitement visible on his...
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