The hallway was dark, lit only slightly by the glow of a candle, slipping through the crack in the carved oak door. Alex stood flat against the wall, listening quietly to the two men speak inside the room.
"That's it then, she's gone." A deep voice said sollumly.
"She lasted too long in this world. It barely looks like her at all."
"She fought the effects more than I expected."
"We'll have to cremate the body before the doctor can examine her."
"He's coming in the morning. We'll have to do it tonight."
"Her estate will come into question now. She didn't leave it to you in her will as we thought she would."
"Who then?"
"The boy of course."
"He's illigitamate. The state won't recognize his right to ownership."
"He's of age, it doesn't matter now."
"Than we have to find a way to get rid of him."
"I'll handle it father, I already have it set up. In the morning an aquantance of mine will come by to take him down to the slave market."
"I don't want his dissapearance to be linked back to me."
"No one will care that mother's b*****d child is gone. They'll listen to any story we tell them."
"Then the problem is solved for now. Let's get rid of the body." Alex pulled away from the door and dissapeared into the darkness of the rest of the mancian.
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