Nyna kept her head down, her glossy black hair shielding her face, as she walked into the village. She suffered no desire to see the disapproving gazes of the elders. She swore she could already feel them resting on her, raking her skin until it made her soul burn. They would say nothing to her, but the firm press of their lips and the sadness in their eyes would be enough.Not enough to stop her from doing it again, of course.
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