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... pressed to the rough wall as if the wood could hold her upright. Her hands shook so violently she had to clasp them together to keep the tremor from showing. Every breath tasted like ash.
She had not known.
She had not wanted to know.
Borg’s sister, Drashka, who used to braid flowers into Shava’s hair when they were children, had been exiled on Shava’s testimony. One quiet nod in the clan circle, one carefully worded accusation to collaborate the lies of Borg, and the sen ...
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