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“You feel it too,” said a voice behind her.

“I don’t want your gratitude,” she said aloud. Her voice came out thin, a thread in a hurricane. “I want my people.” Mapona volume 2

The dust of the crater had barely settled when the silence came. That was the first sign that something was wrong. “You feel it too,” said a voice behind her

It had no fixed form. It shifted between shapes: a tall woman with seven mouths, all sewn shut; a child made of cracked mirror; a throne of coiled roots. But its true face was the absence behind all faces. A place where names went to die. “You feel it too

“And what’s that?”

The Shade recoiled. What are you doing?