THEY PUSHED HER OFF A CLIFF… NOBODY WAS READY FOR WHAT CAME NEXT

something when they lost her.”

Her memory returned on an ordinary morning.

She was standing at the edge of the compound, looking south, when the early light shifted. The particular gold of dry season dawn opened something in her mind.

It came back all at once.

Abara.

The Festival of Ofu.

The priestess’s hand warm on her head.

Her name called before the village.continue reading …