There exists a picture, in an album coated in a layer of dust, of two infants sitting side by side on a lovingly worn carpet. The war doesn't rage inside this nursery, where parents gone to fight leave them to be minded in the safest place they know. Students peer in from time to time, but they live in fear and know that too much curiosity can kill.

The children can't sit upright long, tumbling in a pile of chubby limbs. The light-haired baby sticks the other's thumb in his mouth. The dark-haired baby reaches out and pulls his hair.

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