>“You,” Łedzidše said, recognizing the young woman, “you’re…you’re her. GaharÅ‚a zia-VaÅ‚gofalük. I thought you’d died.”

The woman shook her head and looked down at the floor in the way Sisters regularly did.

“Not dead,” Дalitzen cut in, “she was your brother’s mistress for the past few years. He fell in love with her. So much so that he would give her anything…even her freedom.”

Łedzidše stared at the woman for several moments. She slowly raised her gaze and nodded weakly, confirming the story. No words – no thoughts – came to Łedzidše. He couldn’t get over this. It completely changed how he viewed his brother. The woman, who had Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, with m...

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