Two guards led Korra to the pack house the morning after her release from the cells. They made her walk barefoot along the gravel path, and her wrists still had faint bruises from the night before. Every step was a reminder of her new reality, a life bound to servitude among those who despised her.

When they reached the omega quarters behind the main hall, one of the guards shoved her lightly toward the open doorway.

“Your new home,” he sneered. “Try not to cause trouble.”

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