Dakshana held her chin high. “I survived because I was a child - it was Ashoken who made a pact with the dark gods and was punished for it.”
The villagers’ whispers rose to an angry hiss.
An old woman lunged out of the crowd with a shriek. “You! Cease your evil words!”
After a moment, Dakshana recognized her as Ashoken’s widow.
“Please,” Srina said, tugging on Dakshana’s arm.
“You’re the evil one!” the widow cried. She reached out and caught Dakshana by the throat, tried to drag her forward. “See? She wears a sign of evil!”
Evil was a crystal.
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