All day Dakshana worked, and in the evening she shared her meal-fire with Minka and Srina. She could feel eyes on her whenever she was outside of Srina’s house, but she didn’t care.
When all the work was done, she lay in the darkness of her own home and stared up at the ceiling. It was if she had never been gone at all, but for the more intense staring. Minka and Srina said nothing of what had happened to them, and Dakshana wondered how much the Elders were behind it, determined to stamp out any hints of magic.
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