[She's heard stories of other people who came from places like that. Places where they were hunted. Poison had never had such worries through most of her life - sure, sometimes the Phaeries would come and take a child, but they were more often simply left alone.
The young woman leans forwards, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together.]
You said... what's down there was 'the worst of us'. Was it made here? Or did somebody bring it?
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The young woman leans forwards, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together.]
You said... what's down there was 'the worst of us'. Was it made here? Or did somebody bring it?