Chapter 12 – The Hesta

Hesta looked to the table. Still cluttered with the midday dishes. The cloth was stained, and littered with dropped food.
No fire.
Back by the wall, the day lamps burned steadily, casting their bright blue light over all.
Rakia appeared, pushing through the crowd.
“T’tahinay,” she said quietly. “You’d better come with me.”

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