*Lynn*

I held Aldith on her bed as she sobbed into my shoulder. Calix stood nearby, his eyes cast in shadows. People streamed in and out of the little room, speculating what had happened, but we knew. How could we not?

Aldith still held the small strip of cloth that was torn from Clara’s dress, blood coating the fabric. There was a stain on the wall, looking as if she was thrown against it, her head smashing against the rough stone. There was so much blood I ...