“Stepping forward, Girl stares out the doorway, into the sun. “I used to tread the world freely in Mira,” she smiles gently. “My feet would feel the bare earth sifting its way between my toes. I’d push a cart full of wares, hearing it roll along the bumpy terrain, catching stones and flicking them up into the air.” MemoriesMysteryLiteraryNature ConnectionSeeking RefugeDesire For FreedomSilk Merchant Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse
“One night, we workers formed a circle around the tallow candle as it burned, allowing each other to bond by holding hands. It felt strange to connect with fellow people from Mira again. We have all become estranged from each other as we slave away for the woman leader. In our circle, we closed our eyes and prayed. I pictured the streets of Mira, adorned with the rugged rawness of our original footprints. We once stepped together or passed each other by, busy but comfortable with our work in various trades. Now we are anonymous, our identities stripped away from us.” PrayerMysteryLiteraryEstrangementDesire For FreedomForced Labour Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse