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The year enemy forces surrounded Sebastian Blake, I stole his battle plans and handed them over to the enemy in exchange for his life. On the day he took back command of the army, I became a reviled traitor. I knelt outside the marshal's mansion for three days with my lame son, Felix Blake. The first year, he had his men break my ribs and said, "Get lost. You're not worthy." The second year, I begged him to save Felix. Holding his new lover in his arms, he threw his leftovers right in my face and said, "Go on, eat it. Clean it up like a dog." The third year, it snowed heavily. Outside the marshal's mansion, the pitiful figure kneeling in the snow was nowhere to be seen. Sebastian sneered, "So that bitch finally gave up pretending?" It wasn't until the fifth year that his assistant, Jasper Cole, hands shaking, brought over an old wicker basket. When the basket was opened, a scrawny kid was curled up inside, clutching an urn, trembling all over. "My Mommy said it wouldn't hurt anymore if she turned to ashes. Can you buy her ashes? Just for some bread?" Felix said. Sebastian stared at the urn, coughing up blood on the spot.