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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐌𝐄
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❝Water flowed around me like a mini typhoon.
Something I had been aching to feel for so long.❞
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AFTER TWO HOURS IN THE ARCHIVES, I headed for the Kettle with a tin of salve in my hand.
Genya was waiting for me in the Kettle, the vast, almost perfectly round cavern that provided food for all those in the White Cathedral.
The cooks had nearly gotten used to Genya, or at least they didn't cringe and start praying when they saw her anymore. I found her keeping warm at a hearth on the Kettle's far wall. This had become our spot, and the cooks left a small pot of porridge or soup there for us every day.
For weeks after we'd arrived at the White Cathedral, Genya had refused to leave her chambers. She simply lay there, in the dark, unwilling to move. As time went on, Genya continued to keep her face covered and spent most of her time in her chamber, but she no longer hunched, and she didn't shy away from people in the tunnels. She'd made herself a black silk eye patch from the lining of an old coat, and her hair was looking distinctly redder. If Genya was using her power to alter her hair color, then maybe some of her vanity had returned, and that could only mean more progress.
"Let's get started," she said.
Genya turned her back to the room, facing the fire, then drew her shawl over her head, keeping the fringed sides spread wide to create a screen that would hide us from prying eyes. The first time we'd tried this, the guards had been on us in seconds. But as soon as they'd seen me applying the salve to Genya's scars, they'd given us distance. They considered the wounds she bore from the Darkling's nichevo'ya some kind of divine judgment. For what, I wasn't sure. If Genya's crime was siding with the Darkling, then most of us had been guilty of it at one time or another.
