Woodman Casting Anisiya Guide

But ash, she thought, remembers its roots.

Now, kneeling in the soot-stained snow, Anisiya made a decision softer than a breath. She did not pull her hands away. She did not cry out. She simply stopped resisting —not the wood, but the shape Pavel was forcing upon it. Woodman Casting Anisiya

He fell without a sound. Like wood.

Anisiya pushed down. The wood groaned. In that groan, she heard her own voice from the night before—when she had said, “I dreamed of the city again. Of bread that isn’t black. Of a door that doesn’t face north.” But ash, she thought, remembers its roots

“More pressure,” Pavel ordered. “It’s fighting me.” remembers its roots. Now

“You bend it too fast,” Anisiya whispered, “it screams.”