The water that once turned the wheel was gone but she could hear a stream gurgle in the distance. The hut looked deserted and she was too tired to think of whom it might belong to. It was the third day since she had escaped from the prisons. Sarah would have been happy to exchange lives with anyone after what she had been through.
Myrah came into the hut when the sun set. She had heard Sarah’s thoughts and was happy to find her new host asleep. Chanting the familiar incantation she felt herself make the girl’s body her own.
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