Chapter 7 – The Hesta

“Rakia, those pictures came to me unsought and without warning. They have to be a message of some kind. . . . Can’t you see? I’m meant to know now. Now, Rakia. Now.”
For a moment, Hesta thought the old woman would give in.
But gathering her doyshan about her shoulders, Rakia got up stiffly.
“T’tahinay—to bed.”

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