Chapter 6 – The Hesta

Right now, she had to be lying on her Aunt Marita’s cot.
Yet she hovered, somehow, in that midnight chamber, in a far off time and space.
Shira eyed the bed, the sleeper coming drowsily awake.
And as she did so the thoughts, the feelings of that sleeper began to flow into her mind.
Female. Young. A child. . . .

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