Dakshana could feel the villagers watching her as she headed down to the river with Minka and Srina to help them wash their bowls. She was going to treat this as any other day - she would help Srina with weaving, Minka with her daily allotment of chores. The villagers had stared her entire life. She’d thought she could ignore it, but now that she knew - it made her so angry. They’d let the elders murder her parents and then spent the rest of her life condemning her.
She shook her head. They didn’t matter. They weren’t as dangerous as shadows.
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