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The Broken One
Ryan shivered, wind whipping around him straight through his threadbare shirt, he tugged at the edge of his cloak, trying to pull it further around to protect himself more. He grimaced; he’d grown too much in the last year and the cloak no longer fit him the way it should.
Hunching his shoulders, he glowered up at the looming figure of Tyson walking ahead of him. To call Tyson ‘father’ wasn't something he could bring himself to do. Just because the man had shacked up with his mother didn't make him his father. Then his mother had died, leaving him alone in the world except for Tyson. Tyson was a merchant, or at least liked to call himself one. He dealt with many goods but was an expert in none, and had seen better days. While alive, Ryan’s mother had controlled the fina
