Day Nine, Fifth Moon, Hunting Year Five Hundred and Four
I'm starting to see clearly how wrong things were back home in the Village, everyone hiding their flaws, calling themselves curses, scared of getting expelled -- or worse -- sccared of becoming a living Curse. It's not like that here. No one's a Curse and none of these things are flaws. I needed to be here to realize that there was another option. I'm almost grateful to the aunts and uncles for expelling me. If they hadn't done that, I wouldn't be here.
I miss my family, though.
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The Wood
FantasyLike every other girl in her village, Kyla has been taught to ward off curses with the right concoction of herbs, but when a new plague falls upon the village, the elders begin to hunt for the witch who caused it. Kyla becomes the next target after...
