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Submitted to Contest #274
The air is hot and thick. It clings to me like a blanket just out of the river, placed above the fire just long enough to be warm, and then draped across my shoulders. It weighs me down, making my breath hitch in my chest. But none of the villagers can see that. None of them should ever see that. The villagers must never know how my hands shake now. They must never heard the pounding of my heart as it rattles my ribs or how it thrums in my ears. They must never know the terror that flows th...
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