“Why are we running?” Srina asked. For all that she whined, she could run fast, and Dakshana was glad she could keep up. Her mind raced as she tried to remember more runes, any other magic that might help.
“Because of the Name-Takers!” Minka called over her shoulder.
“What do they do?” Srina asked.
“They take our names - and our souls!”
Dakshana glanced at the wall beside her, and it was alive. The names - and she didn’t understand how one could paint a name, for a name was a sound, not a picture - were writhing, sliding - chasing them.
Chasing.
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