Backed Into A Corner
The next few months go by in a blur of exhaustion and desperation. The winter has not been a forgiving one on Moher. Every morning I go into the forest before the sun rises hoping to find some sort of food for my family, however, unlike at Christmas, I have not been as lucky. Instead, I have only been able to bring back some small game animals. After spending the early mornings in the forest I then travel into town daily, finding any work I can. I am being paid cents to launder clothes and to sew uniforms for the Rebel soldiers. On days when I can not find any work, I will go as low as cleaning the brothel that appeared after the start of the war. Each time I step into the brothel to ask for work the man who runs it offers me a job working there, performing duties much more than ju
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