Were they amused or sneering?Īnd there was the jingle of skulls. The curious inched closer, peering at me with half-open mouths that revealed rotten teeth. All of it patiently woven together, and patience wasn’t my strong suit.īut first, more than anything, I had to find a way to make my heart stop pummeling my chest.
It was going to take many acts, not just one, every step renegotiated. I had thought that was all it would take.īut as Venda swallowed me up, as the misshapen walls and hundreds of curious faces closed in, as I heard the clatter of chains and the bridge lowering behind me, cutting me off from the rest of the world, I knew my steps had to be certain.
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